Montpelier, Vermont
June 14, 2022
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June 14, 2022
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At long last, I have returned! I felt some ambivalence about getting off the road for a few months—I really needed a break, but I also love the life I’ve led this past year. I’m going to keep doing this, but next time I think I’ll plan longer visits at fewer places and hopefully do a better job of preserving my sanity and my back muscles.
My return was heralded with a canoe picnic with Lit on Curtis Pond, snuggles with Zola the poodle (who still hates Mochi and tolerates Miso), and a hike up Spruce Mountain with Aaron Winey and his family followed by some quality time with the MFA in Graphic Design thesis books in the basement of the VCFA Library, where Aaron and I finally got to see each other’s thesis books in the flesh, er, paper. I took a too-short dog walk with Carly, got to see my exceedingly pregnant friend Lauren (who found out she was pregnant just after our last hangout, just before I left Vermont!), commiserated over cocktails at Fox Market with Kali and Karen, and set up my summer home at the campground. (The little tree-sweater yarnbomb I put up at my site last summer is still there, and the dark blue yarn on part of it has now weathered to a deep, rich purple. What a pleasant surprise!)
Montpelier is a weird little place, and I have complicated feelings about it after all these years, but, you know what? It’s nice to be back.
My return was heralded with a canoe picnic with Lit on Curtis Pond, snuggles with Zola the poodle (who still hates Mochi and tolerates Miso), and a hike up Spruce Mountain with Aaron Winey and his family followed by some quality time with the MFA in Graphic Design thesis books in the basement of the VCFA Library, where Aaron and I finally got to see each other’s thesis books in the flesh, er, paper. I took a too-short dog walk with Carly, got to see my exceedingly pregnant friend Lauren (who found out she was pregnant just after our last hangout, just before I left Vermont!), commiserated over cocktails at Fox Market with Kali and Karen, and set up my summer home at the campground. (The little tree-sweater yarnbomb I put up at my site last summer is still there, and the dark blue yarn on part of it has now weathered to a deep, rich purple. What a pleasant surprise!)
Montpelier is a weird little place, and I have complicated feelings about it after all these years, but, you know what? It’s nice to be back.
