As often as I can, I head to New Brunswick to be with my family, but I’ll be the first to admit that it’s no as often as I would like.
The thing is though, once I’m there, everything about the place comes rushing back. I grew up in New Brunswick, right up until I went to university, and I think it’s safe to say the province, and the whole way of life there, played a big part in shaping who I am.
On the obvious side, the people in New Brunswick, and the East Coast in general, are far friendlier than most anywhere else. It’s like a whole province filled with good neighbours and people who want to be part of a community, and that rubs off a little if you visit, and a whole lot if you’ve lived here. (Sure, there are bad neighbours too, but they seem to be a bit fewer and more far between than in other places somehow.)