Somewhere that had four distinct seasons, probably not northern Maine or North Dakota, though they’re both beautiful. I think I’d probably stick around the current neck of the woods, somewhere north of I-80 in Pennsylvania. I’ve come to like the location, the temperate climate, the lay of the land, proximity to family.
It’s not like we can’t jump in the car or get on a plane if we want a change of scenery.
In a little over two years, I will have spent as much time in PA as I did in MA. It’s growing on me. Besides, I can’t imagine living anywhere but the U.S., despite the current dearth of leadership.