As this is Memorial Day weekend coming up, I thought it would be a good time to reflect on my 8 years here. 8 years ago this weekend I came up from Virginia for an event. I had also arranged a couple of interviews just to see if I could get a job up here.
By the time I left on Monday, I had a new job and had bought a house. I drove back to Virginia and announced to my boys I was moving to Vermont! This was a bit of a surprise to them since they didn’t even know I was thinking of moving. I had never lived anywhere but Virginia and I was turning 40 that year. I thought what a shame it would be to live and die in the same 20 mile radius I was born in when there is so much more to the world. Now, I find myself thinking pretty much the same thing. What a shame it would be to live and die never having seen this great country I live in.
When I first moved up here I had just my sheherd mix and my iguana. One of my boys moved with me and the other stayed in Virginia. I only knew two people in town and they weren’t really social butterflies so I was pretty much on my own. I spent a lot of time hiking back then with my sidekick Zeus.
Sadly, Zeus left me in January of 2010 at the age of 13. I had found him on the side of the road when he was only 10 weeks old. He had been through a lot with me and I was devastated when I had to let him go.
Since being up here I’ve had 4 different jobs. My favorite was working at a greyhound rescue where I fell in love with the breed and now have 4 of them running around. I would say discovering greyhounds is the best thing that came out of my time in Vermont. They will all be traveling with me as I hit the road.
My least favorite job was selling used cars for almost 3 years. The job was brutal, my boss was even more brutal and the environment was brutal. We worked 11 hour days Monday thru Friday, 9 hours on Saturday and 7 hours on Sunday. We had 1 day off during the week and every other Sunday. I was exhausted all the time, especially in the winter. Every snow storm we had to clean off over 100 cars, move them, plow and then move them all back. There are no words to describe how bad those days sucked! I was never so glad to leave a job in my life!
I’ve met a lot of people since I’ve been up here. The biggest thing that struck me about this area is how you can talk to anyone for just a few minutes and find a person that you both know. There are many people up here that live in the same area they grew up in and a lot of their family lives close by too. Everyone is very helpful. I couldn’t have made it up here if it weren’t for my neighbors. The whole family helped me out with various things from letting my dogs out to fixing my car and things around my house and even removing humungus spiders and hornets nests. They were always there for me and they even have one of my dogs Sassy. I rescued her to keep Zeus company. She’s a saluki mixed with a red boned coon hound. I thought she would like a greyhound to hang out with but she wasn’t having it. As the greyhounds moved in she decided to move out. She packed her bowls and moved next door and wouldn’t come back. They loved her too and kept her. She loves it there and is well taken care of. This made room for, you guessed it, another greyhound!
So Vermont it’s been real. Sometimes real good, sometimes real bad but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. I’ll be back to visit and remember you fondly but it’s time to move on to new adventures!