New in the Neighborhood
Vermont was the perfect home for us ? until we found Maine. A personal essay by Michael Magras.
By Michael Magras
Those of you who have ever moved from a beloved home to an unfamiliar city perhaps know the tendency to idealize the region you left behind. You remember the pleasures of a routine reluctantly forsaken -- your friends and co-workers, your favorite restaurants and supermarkets, the scenic walks and lovely vistas -- and you convince yourself that nothing in your new neighborhood will ever bring you the same joy. The loss seems overwhelming, permanent. For some of us, pangs of sentimentalism are a recurrent theme of life, and this leitmotif repeated itself recently when my wife's new job prompted a move from our longtime home in northern Vermont to Portland.
