One of the things I've learned living in NYC is that it allows me to view everything with brand new eyes. Vermont, with its rolling hills of farmland, bright red barns, and smelly farm animals, was the most welcome and invigorating escape from city life. While I love NYC and all its exciting moments, I find myself more drawn to simple lifestyles more now than ever before. It's funny how that works, considering I kind of grew up in a similar space and lifestyle.
We spent our evenings walking trails and then star gazing on the hammock wrapped in blankets. We slept with the windows wide open, and didn't hear cars or ambulances or loud booming music during the night. In the mornings we were woken by a bird or two, and pure heavenly sunlight streaming through the windows. Everything we ate was farm to table fresh, with the tastiest cheeses, sweetest fruits, and grass-fed beef. There weren't any distractions, and it didn't feel like we needed to constantly be doing something...we just relaxed and didn't worry too much. It was simple unadulterated living, and I soaked it all up as much as I could.