Four months ago, I left a challenging and creative job at the Philadelphia Museum of Art and a semi-regular freelancing gig for the Philadelphia Inquirer for a new challenge: My husband and I moved to Vermont. Worn out by commuting and sick of the rat race, we went looking for greener pastures and found them in a little island just north of Burlington. While my husband is in the final stages of his reinvention from newspaper advertising guy to environmental-engineering-chemistry-communications-guy, I’m writing. And pitching. And writing. And…blogging.

After years of turning my nose up at anything other than print journalism (I even wrote a blog post about how bloggers were killing journalism shortly after The Bulletin folded), I suddenly find myself joining the ranks of those digital-media types. And you know what? It’s fun. Although the anticipation of running to the newsstand to pick up a paper with your byline isn’t replicated, it’s replaced by the thrill of hitting a button and…instant gratification.

So keep an eye on this space, and check out my first forays into adventure journalism at the Eastern Mountain Sports blog, where I’ll be blogging about all the excursions and adventures here in Vermont. Polar opposite from my city career? Yep.