New England

So, I'm officially in Vermont now. I got only two hours of sleep and flew into New Hampshire around noon yesterday. Then we rented a car and drove an hour and half to our hotel in VT. The drive was pleasant enough. The trees are beginning to peak. There are even Moose Crossing signs. For real! The boyfriend's boss later told us there's a law in VT and Maine that no one can post billboards in the state. This makes sense because you don't wanna obstruct all that beauty. Gas is super cheap here, like $3/ gallon. The boyfriend dropped me off at the hotel and went to work down the street for a little bit. The hotel always has free coffee in the lobby and sets out fresh and free cookies around 5pm everyday. Free cookies? I'm set. They also have a small breakfast buffet. And they sell maple syrup in the lobby. Our room is literally across from the pool, too. It's a fairly dinky pool--more like a gigantic bathtub. I am a pool snob, but it'll suffice. The room also has free Wi-Fi, hence me being able to write this.

While the boyfriend was away, I put together the newsletter for the week. I got it done but one of the new writers flaked this week. I'm kinda pissed about this since it entailed me writing a lot more than I wanted to and this writer didn't even get back to me until it was too late. Sounds fishy to me. I'll give him one more chance and see if he comes through next week, but if not, he's done. After work, the boyfriend and some of his VT co-workers and I went to dinner in New Hampshire (only a ten minute drive). We drove through Dartmouth College, so I got to see a real Ivy League school. It was nice of the boyfriend's boss to buy all of us dinner, but I felt really awkward. Everyone is nice, but I don't know these people and I don't work for them, so I feel out of place. I'll be glad when Thurs. comes and the boyfriend and I will be able to be alone and do whatever we want.

The boyfriend and I were talking about if we could ever live in New England. We both agreed we'd get bored because there isn't much to do, but isn't that the point? You move to a sleepy town and actually live your life. You are removed from the hustle and bustle and stresses of a big city. I mean, everything smells like pine! I'm not much of a nature person, but there's so much hiking and skiing available here. I have a fantasy of moving up here and getting a house on a lake and just writing all day and night. Like writing novels and short fiction. Of course I don't know how I'd make a living off that, but the cost of living seems fairly reasonable. Also, Montreal and Boston aren't too far away. I've never been to either cities. I have a friend who goes to school in Boston. I'd love to visit her, but there just isn't enough time this trip. I will have to come back again. I think if I had to live up here for a few months, I could do it. It'd be good for the soul.

Today the boyfriend is at work, so I'll have to occupy myself with other things. I want to wander around the town and takes lots of pictures of quaint New England things. I think I'll try to go to Dartmouth and pretend I'm a cool Ivy Leaguer. I've decided I'm not going to do much work the rest of the week. I'm on vacation, dammit. I promise to post more pics on here soon.

I'm already thinking about my next trip. Where should I make the boyfriend take me next? I still need to get back to LA and NY and Nashville and Kentucky and of course go to the Caribbean. We'll see.