LOVERMONTPELIER

You know things have got to be pretty good when you're in transitional housing with most of your worldly possession in storage, the new flora and fauna appear to have you permanently debilitated, you're lacking certain employment in your chosen profession, and you are so new you don't really have any friends but, all the same, you react with slow ambivalence when the hint of an opportunity to relocate to a city you previously touted as only one of two places previously believed to be better than where you are now comes your way.