Month: October 2015

Revisiting Vermont

I can’t prove this scientifically, but I think the sky is bluer in Vermont. It’s been almost a year and a half since I said goodbye to Middlebury College and the Green Mountain State. After three years of nerding out on Latin American politics, embracing as much of the outdoors-y-ness within me as there was to embrace, and surviving two especially long, tough winters (hey, I’m from California), I was ready to head out into the world to go DO stuff. (Interestingly enough, not even a month later, I decided to enroll in a Master’s program.) I’ve been on the go almost nonstop since that moment, living out of two suitcases (that I sometimes affectionately refer to as “Big Red,” depending on how many floors of stairs I have to carry them up) in San Francisco, Northern Italy, and New York. Honestly, I haven’t really stopped to think about life back at Middlebury very often. Until I returned for Homecoming a few weekends ago. There was no big Homecoming Ball, no big alumni to-do. It was more …

Back in the Bay

Twin Peaks? Been there, done that. Bernal Heights is a big deal.  A lot (a LOT) has happened in the last month, since my post about an Event-Full Weekend has been sitting out alone, in the cold of the internet world. I turned in a Master’s thesis. Part of the ceiling in the apartment where I was staying collapsed. I hit my knee so hard on a grate that popped up from nowhere in the street that I Googled, “How to know when you’ve fractured your patella.” There’s also been a lot of packing, and moving, and re-packing. I’ve learned in the last month that just 48 hours of a getaway with good friends perks me up the week before and the week after, and gives me good mojo to keep up with the sometimes crushing pace of life in NYC. On that note, a few weeks ago, I went westward. I went back to San Francisco. Given that I was staying with my best friend Siena, who is like no other (except, perhaps, myself) when it …