Hi,
it’s Christina –
Good
morning everyone.
I
made it back from Vermont in one piece and with only running into a small burst
of snow and rain when I got south of Albany. Only about ten miles worth, so it
wasn’t too terrible.
The
one snag I hit was I left fifteen minutes later than I had planned and I missed
the ferry by ten minutes, so I had to wait a little over half an hour for the
next ferry. Most of the wait I spent chatting with the booth attendant, Keith or was it Eric - dang I hate when I can't remember names (there
was no one in line behind me for almost twenty minutes). He was a very nice
man. He just moved to Vermont from upstate New York in August, but he has
decided not to stay and has put his house up on the market already. He said,
other than a few select people, for the most part, locals were not very
friendly or welcoming. I believe his words were, “You could lay dying in the
street and they’d drive right past you.”
Now
I have not experienced the same from the folks I encountered, but I am merely a
visitor to the state, not a new resident. I think there are quite a few places
where, unless you are third generation or more, you are not really made to feel
welcome. I don’t know, because I haven’t experienced it myself (I have been
living in my same town since I was twelve), but I think I would go out of my
way to get involved in things in my new community so they could see who I was
and judge me on me and not my lack town roots.
Okay
folks, I have a project to go and work on. Well, actually, my daughter has a
project due for one of her college classes, but in order for her to do what she
wants, I have to gather every picture of her that I can find, scan them onto my
computer and email them to her. I anticipate it taking all of my time for the
next two days – yeah, that big of a project.
What
I’m getting at is, there will be short blog entries and no writing challenges
for the next few days. Sorry! We’ll pick up again on Thursday.
I
hope you have a great day and happy writing!
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