Calling Cabot Cove

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Oh, Dear Reader, I have lived a lifetime during these past few weeks. Life is always a marathon, but lately life has more akin to a triathlon. And because of the constant surprises and curveballs that have been thrown my way, I have been too distracted to visit my friends in fictional Maine.

However, lately I have been able to breathe again, and I have returned to the safety and serenity of Cabot Cove. And while I am so happy to be back, I have had plenty of time during the interim to realize why this show is so important to me. I am not sure that I have the perfect words to summarize my revelation, but I am hopeful you will still understand my meaning:

I live far from my home. I miss my friends and my family. I miss the snow. I miss the leaves changing color. I miss the way my friends in Minnesota over pronounce their 'o' vowels, and the truly criminal way they pronounce 'vague'. I miss my favorite late night diners. I miss the smell of water in the air. I miss so many things, but perhaps most of all, I miss feeling at home.

But when sit I down and push all of the right buttons and am transported to Cabot Cove, I no longer feel uncomfortable and alone. I am surrounded by friends and there will always be a happy ending (despite the obscene amount of murder). For the next 45 minutes, the world is calm and there is nothing to do but solve a case. I no longer feel far from home, because I am home.

Perhaps it is silly to feel such kinship with a fictional world nearly 30 years after it was created. But I do. And maybe you have a fictional world that brings you just as much comfort. I hope you do.

And so I must leave you, Dear Reader, for Cabot Cove is calling, and I must go.