First and last...
This is, as far as I can remember, the first chapter in my life when I haven't been planning or anticipating relocation to some other place. This is most probably the last chapter in my life, as well, so I am particularly grateful to wind up in a place I wish I had never left.
Everything that might be needed to build a writer's world is right here, within walking distance. I'll leave the flash and bang of cities to those who thrive on such. Give me a town where the trees are taller than the buildings and the hills are taller yet, where the people tend toward the peculiar and therefore are inclined to be tolerant of others' eccentricities, where it gets dark enough at night to see the stars, where quiet is never beyond reach and stories meet you on the street of a winter morning.