After an exhaustive frenzy of online applications with careful resume and cover letter review to make sure any software searching for certain keywords doesn’t delete my information before a human can accept or reject me, zoom and other video interviews, I accepted a new catalog librarian position in Vermont.

I left Connecticut for Texas seven years ago. I’ll head back to New England at the end of the month.

I arranged a truck and movers, and will have to fiddle with internet and other utilities as well as DMV nonsense. I have done an extensive amount of packing as well as donated or sold stuff I won’t need for the trip. Seeing the stack of boxes and empty cabinets and closets give a sense of accomplishment with an emptiness. So much reduced to boxes and cling wrap. In addition to the tedious pain in the ass, it’s a reminder that I am leaving a place that was home for seven years. A wacky, loud home with too many flags and signs in favor of Mango Menace among other GOP (s)elected officials that need to be shit canned if not jailed, but home still.

I was spoiled as I was by the weather and wildlife, winged or otherwise. As such, I know I’ll visit when I get a chance. Speaking of weather, I really hope to hell it holds up. I know how to drive in snow, but would rather not.