Tomorrow I'm going to Montana. Helena. East Helena to be exact. I grew up there. I met my very first bosom friend there. I got my first cat there. I turned 16 there. I got my driver's liscense there. And now, after 15 years, I'm going back. Back to the mountains, to the skies, to the cows, to people that I love. However, I'm slightly apprehensive. Let me tell you why. (because I know you realllllly care...) I am no different than I was when I left. Yes, I'm taller, my hair is shorter, my backside is bigger and I have a husband. Other than that, I have nothing to tell these people that I've left behind. Yeah, I got married ten years ago and I have two cats and a job. Woot. Big freaking deal. I was supposed to do amazing things. I was suppose to save the world. And I didn't. So what am I supposed to tell them? I don't know. I probably never will. So, I'll shift the focus to my darling brother and his darling wife and their awesome baby. And then to my mother. And then I'll go make myself invisible. So, dear Montana, I'm sorry for letting you down. I'll do better so that I have something wonderful to tell you when I come back.
3 comments:
I looove Montana. My mother was born in Great Falls. Sometimes I dream of buying a ranch and living a solitary life staring at the big sky and open range!
I don't know you, but I stumbled across your blog from another LDS blog. I just felt like telling you that you are very witty, you seem like you are a great friend, and you do a good job of being grateful for what you have. I'm sorry certain things have been hard for you and I hope that somehow changes in the near future. Best wishes (and good luck being the Primary President).
Dear Anonymous,
Thank you for your kind words. Sometimes the words of a stranger are just what we need. You are too kind. Thank you again.
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