Why Vermont? The $64,000 question answered
“ The ache for home lives in all of us, the safe place where we can go as we are and not be questioned .” —Maya Angelou I took a photo from my tiny kitchen window yesterday. In the foreground was a vase my friend Leslie gave me. In the background, two cows, Pie and Princess, staring out at me from the nearby field. View out the kitchen window An hour later, after a trip to the nearby hardware store, I got caught in a traffic jam behind a large green tractor driven by a young blond woman wearing a tank top. Just another summer day in the neighborhood. I'm not in Kansas anymore...but rather in Tunbridge, Vermont, a long, long way from the Bay Area, the place I called home for nearly 30 years. I saw our new house for the first time in real life after driving 3000 miles across the country with my husband David and dog Izzie in a 26’ truck filled with a lifetime of belongings. Izzie and David in our 26' Penske moving truck Yes, we’d seen the photos, videos, and walking tours, bu...