Home Is Where The Heart Is

You’ve heard the expression “Home is where the heart is”; well it’s very true. Even though I was born and raised in VA, it’s not where my heart is. While walking down by Market Square tonight, I looked up and saw the clock tower and how the light was hitting it and the pink clouds set behind it. It reminded me of where I call home, and how much I miss it.

Up there, where there are more cows then people, you can be in the country and city all at once, where the people are polite and never in a rush because they stop to smell the roses and say hello as you walk by, one of the few places I know where it’s not uncommon for a moose to walk down Main St, and most importantly, that’s where my heart is.

You might me wondering by now where that is exactly. Well it’s about 540 miles North of Washington, DC in a little town known as Montpelier, VT. A lot of my family lives up there and I’ve even lived there for 9 months, and it’s one of the best places that I’ve ever been too. It’s been about 3 years since I’ve been there, and I’m planning a trip to go up real soon. If you’re ever in the area, you should stop by and have a cup of coffee and walk around town. It’s such a little hippie town, and everyone there is so down to earth and real. Not to mention it’s one of the prettiest states I’ve ever been to.

The maple farms, and wood smoke from the houses, the way the leaves look in the fall, the never ending snow in the winter, all the great places to go hiking and camping; it’s home to me. I mean, where else can you see Chris Thile sitting on a bench down town playing his mandolin and just hanging out? Just so many things that I love about that place, and how I miss it. Well I just thought that I would put that here before I’m off to bed for the night. Sláinte, and God bless! = )

-Brynn