Trails of a Transplant

Sandy, 25, Nomadic (Currently CT)

Writer/Blogger, Social Media Guru, Greenie, Foodie, Yogi, Self-Proclaimed Coffee Connoisseur, and Miami Heat Fan!

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"Emerald slopes became so tall they touched the clouds…" Victoria Kahler

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life. Jack Kerouac

Well that didn’t take very long. I started a new job this week, First Grade Teaching Assistant position, and I’m already sick as a dog. It was a disastrous beginning of the week when Connecticut had a surprise morning snowstorm. Of course, I drive a little two-door Yaris and had to trek over a mountain to get to the school. The last day of March and it snows potato chip-sized flakes. Really!?!?

I did okay this week on the new job. I find it very difficult to be with the kids, a lot harder than I thought it would be. I’m not exactly comfortable with them, although I think I do alright teaching them one-on-one during classroom activities and assignments. I think this is a good experience for me either way, and at least now I know that the education industry is definitely not something I’d like to be a part of.

Hopefully this was the last snow of the season; I’m pretty sure it was.

“If there are no dogs in Heaven, then when I die I want to go where they went.”
-Will Rogers

"Two roads diverged in a wood and I - I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all the difference."
-Robert Frost

Waterbury, Connecticut

Abandoned house in Danbury, CT. Wouldn’t it be awesome to spend a night there?!

"The planter, the farmer, the mechanic, and the laborer… form the great body of the people of the United States, they are the bone and sinew of the country men who love liberty and desire nothing but equal rights and equal laws."
-Andrew Jackson

“It’s one thing to develop a nostalgia for home while you’re boozing with Yankee writers in Martha’s Vineyard or being chased by the bulls in Pamplona. It’s something else to go home and visit with the folks in Reed’s drugstore on the square and actually listen to them. The reason you can’t go home again is not because the down-home folks are mad at you—they’re not, don’t flatter yourself, they couldn’t care less—but because once you’re in orbit and you return to Reed’s drugstore on the square, you can stand no more than fifteen minutes of the conversation before you head for the woods, head for the liquor store, or head back to Martha’s Vineyard, where at least you can put a tolerable and saving distance between you and home. Home may be where the heart is but it’s no place to spend Wednesday afternoon.”
― Walker Percy, Lost in the Cosmos: The Last Self-Help Book

Red on White.

Out with the COLD, in with the new…

Spring is finally here. Woot Woot! I have officially traded in my blue cashmina sheets for some eye-popping Ralph Lauren threads and a colorful floral canvas. The weather is finally getting a little warmer… well, sort of. It’s still in the thirties, but hey, we’re moving on up on the thermometer. Next week we’ll have temperatures in the fifties and before you know it the flowers will be blooming and the last of the snow/ice will have melted. Our neighbor already spotted a bear in our yard, which isn’t all that comforting. But the point is, spring has arrived!

Out with the COLD, in with the new…

Spring is finally here. Woot Woot! I have officially traded in my blue cashmina sheets for some eye-popping Ralph Lauren threads and a colorful floral canvas. The weather is finally getting a little warmer… well, sort of. It’s still in the thirties, but hey, we’re moving on up on the thermometer. Next week we’ll have temperatures in the fifties and before you know it the flowers will be blooming and the last of the snow/ice will have melted. Our neighbor already spotted a bear in our yard, which isn’t all that comforting. But the point is, spring has arrived!

Of course it would be sleeting and freezing on the turnpike at night.

Why wouldn’t it?