Cody and I headed back east for a week this summer. As with most vacations, it was too short—4 days of travel for 5 full days of vacation. But, also as always, it was better to do it than to not do it!
I hadn’t been back to Vermont in about 15 years. It was one of my favorite places then, and still is. The rivers, the farms, the cows, the winding scenic highways, the breeze in the trees, the fireflies, the thunderstorms, all came out to greet me and welcome me back. Distances were shorter than I remembered, towns were smaller, and trees were taller, but in general not a whole lot had changed.
I know I romanticize the place, but really, it’s awesome. The overall feel is of independence and community—keeping things local, doing it yourself, and focusing on quality over quantity. It’s like it’s an introvert of a state, a little bit artsy and yet still not afraid to get its hands dirty with real work. Not much flash, but a lot of beauty as long as you look around you. And while I know things are changing, the pace of life feels manageable. It still seems possible to travel back in time a bit, and find places to pass the day just hanging out in the swimming hole and getting ice cream at the general store. Or, watching cows walk down Main Street in the Fourth of July parade…
Some places fit you, some places don’t. There are places I’ve visited, fallen in love with, and yet know I wouldn’t REALLY ever want to live there. There are places I’ve visited that other people think are great, that don’t feel right to me for some unknown reason. And then there are the places that are home, whether or not you live there or not. I’m lucky enough to live in place like that—and even luckier to have a few others as backup if I ever need them.
We’ll be back, Vermont, I promise. It won’t be another 15 years.