I love this picture.

I love this picture. I am originally from Georgia and I don't plan on ever moving back. It's not that I hated living in Georgia or utterly despise the state, it's just that I lived there for 25 years and never really moved other than to college (20 miles from my parents' house) and into various apartments. Also my family never really traveled; vacations were always to Florida or educational trips to Williamsburg and Washington DC.

I traveled quite a bit for my first job out of college. I also wanted to go to Boston University were I was accepted, but I had 32,000 reasons a year not to go. I'd rather be a working professional living up north than be a poor college student living up north. After about 2 years with my job out of college, I landed a job with a CPG company in Connecticut. Great move for my career and life, however after 3 years of spending all my money to go skiing in VT every winter, I got the bug to move again.

I know, I know, it's freaking cold in Vermont... especially after reading this article about the winter in New England predicted to be a "cold slap in the face". It'll be different living in the cold instead of visiting the cold. I will have to invest in some tall snow boots for those early morning walks with my dog!

Ready, Set......

Job: check
Apartment: check
Movers: check
Packing: umm...

Why is it so hard for me to pack? I hate doing it. Maybe it's because in the time I lived with my parents, we NEVER moved. Now here I am, seemingly moving every year or 2 and I despise the act of packing up my belongings into cardboard boxes.

I've made it my goal to pack at least 3 boxes a night. So far I've packed 9 boxes over the past 2 nights, thus exceeding my goal. I have to be totally packed before I head to ATL for Labor Day weekend because the movers come the day after I get back. It's not like I have that much stuff and the majority of it is my kitchen stuff, it's just daunting I guess.

This weekend the roommate and I are headed up to VT to pick up the keys to my apartment and tour the area. I don't know what it is, but as soon as I see the Welcome to VT rest area on I-91, a huge wave of relaxation comes over me (the rest area looks like a barn!).

I'm so ready just to be done and move into my new place!

New life, new blog.

I've tried to keep a blog going before, but maybe this time it will stick.

So I've opted for a new adventure in my life: move even further north to the Green Mountain State! I've been working for my current company in Connecticut for 3 years. It hasn't been easy, the job has been frustrating, but I don't regret the experience at all. I've made some great friends and have had some great adventures.

This past year when I wasn't traveling for work, I was traveling for skiing. 17 days on the hill just wasn't enough for this Georgia gal. When you travel so much for work, traveling in your personal life just becomes exhausting and not fun. Why not move to the place where I have fun? The only way I'd leave my current job was for an opportunity in Vermont or Colorado (or anywhere really where I could roll out of bed and be on the mountain in a matter of minutes) and I managed to score a job that has me living within a hour of 5 great ski areas in Vermont!

And it's not going to be all sunshine and rainbows I know. This new job will require travel and my little dog may have to stay in a kennel a bit. I suck at driving in snow. I will be living in a small town of about 3,000 people. The new people I meet may only be seasonal friends.

Will I finally meet a mountain man who'll sweep me off my feet? Stay tuned...