As a teen growing up in suburban New Jersey, my friends and I would often complain about how there was nothing to do and how our town was so boring. But now looking back, I appreciate my childhood so much more than I did in the moment. While my hometown may have been “boring” through a child’s eyes, it had a lot of great things going for it like top-notch public schools, a safe community and more. Now it’s 2016 and I find myself living in a small town once again — just across the Atlantic ocean this time. How does it compare? And what can my adult self appreciate about small-town living?