Floating back to April 2010, I was a fresh-faced 24-year-old who had just started dating Michael, a man who loved adventure and fun, and had a beaming smile and personality to match. Despite only being together a month, I had an urge to see the countryside and there was no better potential travel partner than my guy.
We traveled to Vermont for a long weekend adventure; a trip that ended up being our favorite memory to date. Driving past rivers and through covered bridges (all with the sunshine at your back) is the perfect way to spend a vacation, especially when you’re newly in love.
This trip happened long before I realized I want to be a farmer. All I knew at this point was when my heart wanted happiness, I searched for the country, farm animals, and vast open spaces.
It’s funny how we can look back in life and see the patterns that were there all along. Patterns we were previously blind to, simply because they didn’t fall in step with current pursuits. While we are speeding through one journey, hints of our futures are scattered on the wayside, desperate for us to take a moment to notice.
As we made our way through various Vermont villages, we stopped for pictures, coffee, and laughter. The true essence of the state began to set in during all of our stops. Like our newly founded relationship, Vermont was a place of care, compassion, and community, with just a touch of crazy.
At the end of this month, we’ll be celebrating our fourth anniversary together and I am bursting at the seams to return to Vermont. What started as a first vacation spot has grown into our most loved place. Not only is Vermont our destination choice to enter a fifth year together, but it’s our future home.
It’s the state that will see our hopes, dreams, and wishes. A state to stand strong beside through our failures, blunders, and mistakes. A place where we will set-up a farm, a home, and a family.
And I just simply can’t wait for it all.