it's not a place, it's a state of mind

This time of year, with darkness falling in the afternoon and a body longing for the warmth of the hearth, I can't help but think of 175 Lincoln St., Middletown, CT 06457.   I lived there my last two semesters of college, nine glorious months.  As finals approached and the Connecticut winter began to clench its fist it was such solace to find Eric baking up some bread, or Arielle toting cider to brew, or Abe jamming in the basement.  Or this bear, which showed up on the toilet of our basement bathroom courtesy of some mischievous friends.

So throw a winter squash in the oven and raise your highlife/PBR/blue moon/cider/fancy Weshop drink.  Happy December to the residents of that noble abode, past, present, and honorary.

More photos of the Lincoln St. lifestyle after the jump.

Even more photos right here.