Monday, January 4, 2010

maybe, then.

After three days of being housebound (save for the two trips to Wayside) I am back into the weekly grind. It's always a shock going from the farm to the office—but after three days of writing/cabin life it was like emerging from a monastery into a freeway. That sounds negative, but I don't mean for it to be. I love my job and am grateful for the people it brought into my life. Sometimes it just shocks you. Sometimes that's a good thing.

We had a going away lunch party for my boss and another coworker just announced their move to the midwest. (A pretty happening day for the small company I'm a part of.) A lot of people's lives are changing all around me. There are promotions and plane trips and moving companies involved in that office. Sitting at the lunch party felt a little sordid. I'm never the person eating soup and wishing someone else good luck. I'm the person the going-away parties are for. I've lived in four states in five years. That lunch was the first time I realized I was staying put. I have a lot to figure out first.

I know I don't want to move anymore.

I would like to stay right here in Vermont, thank you.

...except maybe when I am much much older and Tennessee asks me to come home.

maybe, then.


Blogger Carrie in Wisconsin said...

Hopefully when your much much older you'll have too many sheep to think about moving to Tennessee. :)

PS. The pancakes turned out GREAT! They were so yummy. I acutally started with a cup of milk and it worked perfectly. Thanks so much for the tip! I plan to make them again tomorrow morning. :)

January 5, 2010 at 12:28 AM  
Blogger ashley english said...

well, if you ever tire of 8 degree weather, come be neighbors with me, where it's a balmy 10 degrees.

you should seriously come visit.

January 5, 2010 at 8:24 AM  
Blogger Cathy said...

It was a big shock for me to come out from under the snow and return to work, too. But then, I'd had a a two week vacation and Monday's goal was to show up dressed at 8am. Everything else was gravy.

You should check out this piece at Treehugger on urban shepherds:

January 5, 2010 at 8:39 AM  
Blogger Tara said...

After many years of thinking I wanted to leave this place, I've finally made peace with Texas. It's less like a love affair and more like an arranged marriage - I've just learned to love it through constant familiarity and proximity. Either way, there's a certain comfort in knowing that you're going to stay put.

January 5, 2010 at 11:05 AM  
Blogger Debi said...

I'm so happpy that you've found a permanent home.

From the time I graduated highschool in 91 until four yrs ago when we bought this house, I moved every year or two without fail. Living like that becomes heavy on a person's soul, even for those who enjoy changing things up. I'm still not done yet. Kentucky's a beautiful place and has given me more gifts that I probably deserve, but it's just not home. Like you with Tennessee, I miss the Fall and a healthy amount of snow, more than I can explaine to any rational person. Hopefully, I'll find "home" soon. Until then I'm learning to be content with the gifts that I have and ever so grateful for every one here who keeps me on the right path.

January 5, 2010 at 11:23 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

That's exactly how feel about Colorado. Before now, I never had a problem leaving my hometown, my state, or even my country. Colorado is the first place to turn me into a homebody. Love it.

January 5, 2010 at 12:36 PM  
Blogger Amy said...

Wow, what a moment for you! I remember my own moment, after a bunch of dramatic life changes. I had just dug up 7/8 of my HUGE backyard for a garden and stood there, leaning on my shovel (yes, I used a shovel for all of it) and looked back at my work and thought, "I guess I'm committed to staying in this place." And it felt good and right. And stay I did, going on 10 years now. No telling what the next couple of years will hold, as I'm feeling the itch for newness and change, but there's nothing like a calm, settling feeling when that's what's right on your path.

January 5, 2010 at 2:43 PM  
Blogger Story said...

sheep...vermont...farming...snow...staying is good....thanks for sharing your stories...i look forward to them all the time and can't wait til your next book comes out....

January 5, 2010 at 4:55 PM  
Blogger Andy said...

I am ready to leave Pennsylvania. Somehow, I always like Vermont and New Hampshire. I think both states are beautiful and interesting. Plus, I don"t mind the cold and the snow.

January 5, 2010 at 5:04 PM  
Blogger Michelle said...

It's kind of a shock when you realised where "home" is and where you want to be for most of your life. I've been living here in Canberra for 19 years tomorrow, moving here as a 21 year old. 19 years! I don't even feel that old!

So happy for you that you have found "home" in Vermont.

January 5, 2010 at 6:44 PM  
Blogger Unknown said...

I understand how you feel. I have a house that is located in Southern Ohio that I spent last spring and summer at and when I had to leave to go to work it was a culture shock but it was good to have it to come home to.


January 5, 2010 at 10:09 PM  
Blogger River said...

come on back to TN!!!!!

January 6, 2010 at 3:27 PM  
Blogger debbie bailey said...

I'm from Tennessee too but living in Georgia. I sure do miss the mountains though. I can see why you love Vermont. I've visited there around Burlington and just loved it.

January 11, 2010 at 8:35 PM  

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