Well, it’s been a year and a month since Mike and moved to Vermont, and about a year since I blogged.
What’s changed in a year?
I learned that moving after college is hard. It’s trying in a way that’s impossible for anyone who’s never gone through it to understand. It’s so much more difficult than that uncomfortable cesspool of mingling freshman year. Here, no one cares. No one is going to go out of their way to befriend you or take you to good parties-they already have friends. There’s just no natural way of getting to know people outside of work- to make friends, you have to actively pursue them. But asking makes you think you look desperate, or like you’re trying to sleep with them. It’s a delicate situation. But we’ve made some progress.
Burlington is a hippy kid paradise. Make no mistake, I am not a hippy—maybe in a tragically suburban hometown I’m woodsier than average, but my idea of a good time is sitting in air-conditioned movie theaters and tearing apart plot lines of summer blockbusters. If they’re going to spend all that money, can’t they make a clever story first? But hey, I don’t know if I could do better. I just like teasing out flaws in other people’s work. I coulda been a critic. Or a leech.
I just expect a lot out of my evening’s entertainment for 7 dollars. I suppose the rest of the country pays a lot more, but here the drive-in is 7 dollars for a double feature. It’s a great price to pretend you’re a wholesome 50s teenager out with your beau.
I’ve fallen in with some environmental activist up here, which cemented the difference between my type of philosophical/hobby environmentalism and the devout. I truly admire their devotion and complete faith in the cause, but I find it difficult to align myself to any large group or institution (see, Penn State pride). Even in the purest campaigns, it feels like the quiet voices always get drowned out by the aggressive self-promoters. Or maybe that’s a shallow excuse for my laziness.
But in all, It’s really impossible not to be happy with summer up here. It’s all bikes and beers and swimming in the lake. Maybe it’s a symptom of the nature deprivation we have to go through for 7 months when it’s grey and cold and very very sad, but I have never seen a city more outdoor oriented.
Safe to say, I’m enjoying my newfound Vermont Identity.