We live in a pretty sweet place.
A sweet, small, close knit community of people constantly offering great photo ops.
My husband was born and raised here and we recently moved back from Los Angeles where we lived for about 11 years. I was proud of moving there because well— it’s LA. It’s cool. Back home in your “tribe” everyone thinks “you made it” ;And when you are in your 20s, these things count. Well, I am now in my 30s and you know what counts?!? Good, real people, fresh air, a tight community, free time and so many more...
We weren’t truly happy there. We didn’t have enough time to enjoy that life by the ocean. We were stressed and annoyed and tired by the “hustle” (very popular word there). I am grateful for our time there. It was a time of growth and discovery. We made lifelong friends and ate some of the best food in the world. We discovered lots of different cultures and left with an open mind and an open heart.
I am also grateful to this little place in Vermont that welcomed us with open hearts.
Be dearing.
