I live on a mountain.
Yes, I live on a mountain.
Yup. I live on a mountain.
Nope, repeating it doesn't make it sound any less incredible. Nevertheless, I do live on a mountain - in a village with a population of 500; where there are ski slopes and saloons; ziplines and waterfalls; where the post office is a historic landmark; and where, quite literally, everybody knows your name.
Earlier this month, in what feels like an overnight whirlwind (but was actually many years in the making), I went from a humdrum, 9-to-5, sitting in gridlock on the highway, waking up to the sound of sirens existence in the suburbs of Toronto to living in the middle of a state park in New York. The village I live in sits 2,100 feet above sea level on Hunter Mountain in the inexplicably beautiful Catskill State Park. And yet we're just a two hour drive from New York City. Best of both worlds.
I thought moving to Canada would be an amazing adventure but after two years in a foreign land, I still felt like a foreigner. Something always felt off and my heart kept pointing like a compass back to the United States.
Now I know what a real adventure feels like. Life on the mountain is unique. Everything is unknown, unchartered territory for Hubby, Maple and me but not in a scary, what-the-hell-have-I-gotten-myself-into way. It's exciting and we're having fun learning the ins and outs of super small town life, including having a resident beaver on your property and driving your trash to the local dump because garbage trucks won't drive up the mountain to you. It's quirky and we like it.
I feel as though I've spent my whole life trying to fit in, telling myself that I'm normal, that the things that I daydream about and want out of life are pretty much the same as everybody else's. Now I know that I have slightly abnormal ambitions. Not everyone would move to a new country or up a mountain. I'm not going to fit in everywhere and that's okay. Moving from Florida to Canada to New York has been an exhausting (and expensive!) education but I'm glad I followed my instincts - wherever they led me - and have finally ended up somewhere that I can simply and honestly call home.
Welcome! I'm a pie-baking, dog-loving, antique-hunting patriot. I'm a fan of rustic home cooking, the Yankees and scenic drives through the mountains.