
I love where I live. I love how when I cross the border into Vermont, I feel at home. But with that peace and love comes heartache as well. I miss my family back in Syracuse. I hate that I have to say good-bye each time we visit. I hate that my sister is pregnant and I don’t get to visit with her every Friday that she’s off from work and get to hang out with her and my niece. Sure, Syracuse is only 3 hours away, but 3 hours is long enough that I can’t make a day visit out of it. And to top that off it seems like each time I was home last year, some sort of photography was involved and I didn’t get to spend as much time with them as I would have liked. How I wish that there were faster means of transportation other than flying that would get me there in 30 minutes so that we could both live where we are! I wish that my dad and Mary could see Lilly more often and that I could go over for the weekly dinners like my sister does.
And this is just a little silly and it’s not that I want our husbands to die or anything like that but……when we were all living in Buffalo, NY (me, Dan, Betsy and Justin) my sister had moved into another apartment complex a couple of towns over after living in the same complex as me and Dan for about a year. The new building that she was in had these elderly sisters that lived on the lower floor right next to the entrance. They were the nosey type……sitting on their porch asking questions whenever they’d walk by, etc. Me and Betsy told each other that if Dan and Justin pass away before we do, that we’ll once again live together in a little apartment, with fake flowers and lawn chairs asking people questions so that we can know all of their business. So it’s not that I want our husbands to die or anything (believe me I don’t!)…..it’s just that having my sister with me again will be like being back home again. My home is Vermont and I love Vermont, but a piece of my heart will always be in Syracuse.
So no real point to this post, just a piece of me and a little insight into my life which I think is something that’s important when considering having someone photograph your most precious moments!





