I have been visiting Vermont for a long time. I was introduced to Vermont on a road trip with my parents while I was in my teens. Vermont seemed magical compared to the Ozark region of southern Missouri, where I grew up. I had never seen mountains, let alone ski slopes and the sparkly winters of storybooks. I had never experienced historic architecture, and I knew little of the East Coast or the role it had played in the founding of our nation. I fell in love with New England then, not knowing I would someday be back and call it my home.

I moved to Boston when I was about 20, I think. I absorbed the city for about 4 years and then followed my wanderlust to Europe for a spell, working for a bicycle tour company. I got homesick and came back to Boston knowing I needed to "get on with it", although I hadn't a clue what that meant. I worked for a summer on the commuter ferries in Boston Harbor and studied for my real estate exam. I passed my test, and created, The Boston Home Team and a 20+ year career in real estate.

As a young adult, I spent my summers camping along Vermont's rivers and climbing its mountains. I dreamed of owning my own home here someday. Now I do. A new adventure has begun.