twenty-something

I'm home in Rutland for the night, after a white-knuckled, horribly snowy Friday night drive north and two nights in Burlington. It's my mama's birthday (the "excuse" for the visit), and it's been a good trip. Reunions and renewals all around, perhaps some of which I'll write more about later.

This was only my second trip to Burlington since my exodus last June (I went up briefly back in August). The place is still so comfortable that it instantly felt like home again, even after such distance. Being back was great -- old ghosts seemed far away, old friends still felt close, and the trip was entirely positive -- and at times it felt like no time had passed. But time has, indeed, passed, and I'm happy with where I'm at. BVT's still my favorite place in the world, but I'm not moving back anytime soon.