Green Mountain State

Fueled by our unquenchable thirst for serenity, Scooter Pie, Moni and I decided at the last minute to head to Vermont for the long New Year's weekend. Not knowing anything about the state, we took the train until it stopped in Rutland and just stayed there. The guy who owned our lodge picked us up at the train station. We diliberately went with no plans but RELAX. We ate well, slept, talked and laughed, listened to music, took pictures, read and did some hiking. It was a wonderful getaway from the city. Alas, we had to come back to our droning lives at work.

Sixteen months after moving to New York, I'm begining to feel like a change. I enjoy the excitement of New York and the city is always fun, but I think I also associate my life here with stress, bad jobs, being poor and just the evil world in general. I want to live somewhere that has green trees outside of the park, maybe some mountains rather than a thirteen-mile skyline. Outdoor activities other than sprinting across the street. A city that sleeps.

For now, I'm in New York and still thankful. Although the thankfullness is accompanied by a stress only relieved by multiple state separation. My friends and church are in the City and that's why I'm staying, for now.