"A sense of place is the sixth sense, an internal compass and map made by memory and spatial perception together.” —Rebecca Solnit
Keene, New Hampshire
I can’t remember my first impression of Keene because it occurred long before I can recall memories at all. Keene, the small city only twenty miles from Vermont, has been my hometown for almost all my life. Growing up in Keene and now leaving it for college has given me a true appreciation of the city in which I resided in for eighteen years.
The most apparent sense of community is found at the biggest event of the year, the annual Pumpkin Festival. The streets become lined with thousands of pumpkins, attempting to beat the record that was held eight times for the most jack-o-lanterns in one area. Pumpkin Festival is a time to celebrate the beautiful downtown with the wonderful people that occupy the city when they come together as a community. I am proud to be from a city with such a strong sense of community.
The place I call home is on Washington Street, only a mile from downtown. Out of all the wonderful places in Keene, my house is by far my favorite. It is the place where I feel the most comfortable, knowing I can be exactly who I want to be. My family makes my house the place it is today, just like the people of Keene make it the city it is. No matter where I end up going in the future, I know Keene will always be my home.