It’s Like I’m Made Of Magic

So, here’s the thing: I love living in Burlington. And seeing my family and my friends much more often is pretty much my definition of happiness.  However, what i’ve realized is I’m never going to me 100% stoked until I can be here, in Vermont, with my family, my amazing friends,  . . . and Chad.  It’s like, remember all those posts while I was living in Beverly about how much I missed Vermont?  There was only one or two hundred of them, maybe you missed them.  Well, not having Chad around gives me exactly that feeling.  I can’t win.  Chad can’t live in Vermont because they don’t make movies in Vermont, and I can live in Massachusetts, because they don’t make normal people in Massachusetts.  But I’m here, and I very much appreciate that.  It was a hard transition, and it’s still difficult.  But, I’m going to do everything I can to take advantage of living in one of the coolest towns on the planet, amongst some of the most rad people I’ll ever know.

Let’s make a deal.  I’ll promise not to write all the time about how much I miss my boyfriend, if you promise to understand that I really want to write about how much I miss my boyfriend.  Cool?

Ok, so, Burlington.  It’s so awesome here.  It’s rainy today, but it’s been beautiful since we got here on Saturday.  I live with my friend Ananda’s mom Marlene.  She really sweet, and very hospitable.  Also, they have a dog called Einstein, who might just be the most well-behaved dog I’ve ever met.  He’s adorable and fun, and he just wants to play and cuddle.  He’s a Border Collie, and I promise to include pictures in some future posts.  

I was mentioning to my friend, Ian, last night that I’ve found myself doing this weird thing during the day where I count how many different things I’ve done that day.  I’m so used to being in Massachusetts where my entire day was spent going between work and home.  We rarely did anything other than chores on the weekends, so moving back here, and bouncing through town is such a change, I can’t help but take detailed notes.  For example: (this all happened in my head on Saturday when Chad and I were here together) “We went to the bike shop, then saw Sully at work, then to Ian’s, then to the bike swap, then we saw Mark on Church Street, then dinner with Sara, Bobby, Kiernan, Lisa, Taylor, and some of their friends, then bowling and desert with them. I did 8 whole things today!”  Dorky, right?  I can’t help it, it’s like I’m one of those kids who was locked in her parent’s basement for two-and-a-half years until social services found me, cleaned me off, and sent me to public school.  There’s just so much to see!

All right, so it’s not that dramatic, but it’s still awesome, and I plan to maintain the awesome-ocity of it all for as long as I can.

So, there’s the update. Things are 99% perfect, but we made a deal so I won’t go into it right now.

Butjustsowe’reclearImissChadsomuchitmakesmewanttobarfallovermyself.