One of my favorite things about living in White Mills is that I can exist in the past, present and future simultaneously. The little house I've come to call "home" after three years was built all the way back in 1867. It's short on modern amenities and right angles, but long on charm and eccentricity. Each night, if Mother Nature permits, I take a long walk. I start up on Charles Street without any plan in mind and just wander through the quiet neighborhood streets. It's a great way to clear your mind and wind down at the end of a hectic day.