Ive been realizing that I havent been following through with anything.
I havent been determined.
I havent been solid on my word.
I havent been much of anything lately.
Not a writer, not a skier and most definitely not a loyal blogger.
This being my junior year at school in Vermont, things were different.
I couldnt write if you paid me, and trust me, people tried.
We lose a sense of it.
Sometimes we lose a grasp of it.
The feeling of your edges biting the abominable snow hill doesnt cease, but it fades.
Even your candy colored snow pants will one day lose their punch.
But the passion remains.
For me, I knew I would always love writing, but at school it became a chore.
Every paper seemed to be bleeding with red ink, stamped with re-write in the bossiest of handwritings.
I just stopped caring.
I stopped caring about a lot of things.
The sensation is cool, yet shivering to the senses.
It surged around my body, making every pore thrust its self open to take it all in.
I am a skier.
We… are skiers.
But the moment ended.
It melted like a snowflake.
I came home and watched Refresh more times I can remember, and then it was Metropolis on repeat.
I couldnt get my same fix that I knew I was capable of.
Winters love was there but, its not you, its me, I said.
I could almost cry thinking about it.
Im not the Black Eyed Peas, but where was the love?
I wasnt happy but there wasnt a remedy.
But it wasnt you, Winter, it was me.
Born in Providence, RI.
Raised just outside of Syracuse, NY.
Beaches of Maine every summer, trails at Fabius Toggenburg Mountain every winter.
And here we are.
The East Coast is an amazing place.
Ill say it once and Ill say it again.
Were a breed unlike any other.
We know disappointment and we know failure.
And we are stronger because of it.
I have the East Coast to thank for that.
I am moving out to Salt Lake City, UT.
Will it ever knock over the pedestal that I have placed everything East on?
I needed a change and Ive found it in the SLC.
As much as I loved Burlington- its people, its culture, its snow- it was my summer camp.
Does the West provide the answers?
No, but its something different than what Ive known- what I love.
Wherever my friends are at, thats what I say.
Thanks Dumont, and thank YOU NS.
Just had to say…
NDM- You lighted the freeskiing flame.
Cant ever thank you enough.
CBM- Your middle name isnt Bernadette but I really dont care.
Hold down the fort.
Girls that ride together, stay together.
Best of luck in NZ.
AGM-Thanks since day one.
Made me knew I could do it.
Thanks for the faith and the everything.
EW/JT/MB- My little brothers.
Keep me laughing with some nice video messages.
StoweBro photo shoot still means the world.
NS/MTL Office- Didnt get my last goodbye but go big in the new crib.
You havent partied till youve gone to a last minute Friday Office Party.
JS/MR- Thanks for the opportunities.
You continue to inspire me and remind me why it is I do what I do.
ShredMC- Youre as badass as they come.
Biggest and best jams Ive been to.
I will be back.
Will miss making cookies, photo shoots, and all of the gromtourage.
Hold down the fort.
And to all of the persistent readers, god you kids are great.
Thanks for the support.
And to the non-NS readers, thanks for reading as always.
You know who you are.
Now go fucking ski.
