He’s definitely going to miss our morning x-country ski outings, playing with his boyfriend, Henry the Siberian Husky, and bounding through the snow. I’m also going to miss this life, but it’s time to go home. We’re traveling back this weekend and the feeling is bittersweet. We’ll both be holding a bit of Vermont in our hearts wherever we go, and hope to find ourselves back in New England in the not too far distant future.
