Tomorrow morning, I move to Burlington, Vermont. Full-time.
If you've followed me for a while, you know that I've moved around a lot these past few years for various schools, internships, and gigs. But this move is different. This time, I'm not setting up a tent. Rather, I'm digging the footings and laying the concrete for a new solid foundation.
It's interesting to me that I landed on Vermont. Last summer I scored my dream internship up there and wasn't sure I'd ever return. (Here were my thoughts from that time. I'd say we've come a long way.)
Logistically speaking, Burlington checks a lot of boxes for me. Shred scene, art scene, mountain town, tight community, incredible landscapes, bangin' sunsets...but I was never emotionally drawn back to Burly. (Which, for me, is a big deal). Attached to it? Maybe, in a weird way. But a fear of missing out on a life up there? No way.
Sure, the Northeast is very different than where I grew up in the Southeast, (duh, I mean, no Chick-fil-a, still bitter about this lol), but I believe that this lack of intensity and density pulling me back to Vermont has created the space and freedom I need to press into and be molded by something new, something uncomfortable, something extraordinary, and something bigger than myself.
Currently, the two things on the table eagerly waiting to be discovered are:
- What my career as a graphic designer looks like.
- What my roles and contributions in this city will be.
I mean, who knows how long my life in the upper-right-corner-of-the-US will be, but after returning from Australia and spending a long summer exploring through old landscapes and the growing pains of freelancing, I am ecstatic to get this fire roaring, day by day.
So, (besides my family of course), these images showcase two things I'll miss most about my home and growing up on six ten colony trail: the Chickahominy River and my doggies.