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February 08, 2008

Like A Rolling Stone

In the last "Hackie" column, "Plan A," I told about my ride with a man who had, like the protagonist in the tune "Proud Mary," left a good job in the city. In this man's case, he quit Wall Street to move to the Burlington area, Winooski in particular, the Winooski Block to be more precise.

The guy had had only a couple of months experience in Vermont having volunteered for Howard Dean's presidential campaign in 2003. He spent that time living with a bunch of other "Deaniacs" in a house rented by the campaign on Intervale Avenue.

As of the moment I dropped him off at his new digs, he had essentially no friends or relatives in the area, nor did he have a job. I did have a feeling he would eventually do fine up here; he seemed like a nice enough guy and he had a strong affinity for our state.

This man had executed a huge life shift. When I moved to the Green Mountains, at least I knew some people up here. I've been thinking about the courage or desperation it must take to upend your like so fundamentally. It must be thrilling and terrifying at the same time to find yourself alone in a brand new city.

Have you, or someone you know, ever made such a drastic move? What was it like? How did you make out?

February 8, 2008 at 05:40 PM in Hackie Unplugged | Permalink


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My "big" moves have all been in Vermont, so not really that big.
The woman I'm dating moved here about a 18 months ago from Alaska to go to grad school.
Nothing like perspective, huh?

Posted by: David | Feb 12, 2008 3:37:47 PM

Hey, David - Have you noticed that there is a definite VT-Alaska connection. I've run into quite a few Alaskans roaming around the Green Mountains, and I'm not talking about husky dogs. Which reminds - what's up with this love affair between Vermonters and Labrador Retrievers? I'm a daschund guy myself . . .

Posted by: Jernigan Pontiac | Feb 12, 2008 3:46:29 PM

Seems like most rural Vermonters I know have Golden Retrievers and Subaru's... not really sure what thats about.

Posted by: Erin | Feb 18, 2008 8:32:25 PM

Hey, Erin . . . Yeah, I don't know about the Retrievers, but Subarus are one fine winter car, and the first to really perfect the four and front-wheel driver thing - wonderful for Vermonters.

Posted by: Jernigan Pontiac | Feb 19, 2008 1:02:16 PM

I left vermont, the only place i've ever called home about month ago. threw some stuff in my car and drove to missouri to stay with some friends to get out of a nasty situation. it's hard, not knowing your way around, not seeing all the familiar things and people your used to. some times it feels really isolating, lonely, not knowing people or places. But in the end i guess its going to pay off in the long run, some times you have to do drastic things to make life better. at least, thats what i keep telling myself.

Posted by: Lizzy | Feb 26, 2008 11:00:56 PM

Yeah, Lizzy, sometimes you do have to do drastic things to make life better. But remember to keep the connections with the people who love you! Vermont will be here when you return . . : )

Posted by: Jernigan Pontiac | Feb 26, 2008 11:10:20 PM

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