When my best friend and I used to go to the same school, her dad was living in Vermont. Since it was towards the second half of the year, we spent many holidays, such as Thanksgiving, up there. 

It was also somewhere here where I went snowboarding for the first and last time of my life. It took me about two hours to get down the bunny slope. My best friend's mother even sent snow patrol up to look for me. I saw the patrol mobile, but I was headed down the mountain at the time. 

Vermont runs at a different pace than New York City and experiencing the difference in pace was relaxing.