August 9th, 2008
I love Vermont. I really do.
I love the people, the places, the opportunities.
I love the food, the farms, the familiar faces and the general stores.
But how do I know it's the place for me, when it's the only place I've really been?
I love Vermont. I really do.
I love the people, the places, the opportunities.
I love the food, the farms, the familiar faces and the general stores.
But how do I know it's the place for me, when it's the only place I've really been?
I imagine that most young Nutmegers dream of the far and wide: Generally just getting the hell out and never looking back. Perhaps it was just me... The warmth and beauty of California has always been a cunning draw; Up until now, I've had the frontier attitude without the frontier.
Things are changing. Rapidly.
For the past 3 weeks I've been living on a couch in little ol' Poultney, Vermont. Call it training.
I've spent the last 6 years in the area, in the towns of Pawlet and Poultney, home of my Alma-Mater, Green Mountain College, and at least 6 of my part-time jobs. If you live here, I most likely folded your taxes, sold you a dump sticker or reviewed your application for a shed on a non-conforming lot.
No hard feelings.
I've spent many a late night crooning at The Barn Restaurant and Tavern, seen my share of Vermont Bluegrass Festivals and porch-picking sessions, and swept up the floor time and again with good friends.
There's a lot that will be missed.
Over the next 4 months I will be taking down names, numbers and couch locations across the country. Any recommendations or must-sees are greatly appreciated. Tales of caution and creepiness are also encouraged.
I will be updating this blog with maps, photographs and anecdotes from my journey.
Stay Tuned!
