One week ago, I was sitting in a friend’s apartment in Bozeman, MT, finishing up my Gratitude Post right before I was to leave town and head back to California. It was cold inside the apartment. The kind where when you get out of the shower, you dry off as fast as you can, so that you can jump right back into your clothes that are still slightly warm from just being warn. It was snowing outside, ever so slightly. One delicate snowflake floated through the air, hitting the ground just as the next one caught your eye.

It was a three day drive home. And the second I crossed state lines, into Wyoming, I already missed Montana. As the highways turned to freeways, and the cars crowded the streets, as the chain stores and restaurants became more and more prevalent as I traveled south, I noticed houses crowding the hillsides, and I was aware that I made the right choice in deciding to move to Montana. The fourth largest state in the country, with a population around the size of San Francisco. Life is more spacious out there. And as I was thinking about this, I wondered how it ever was that I lived in Los Angeles. Or the San Francisco bay area.

When I arrived in California, it was a warm, 80 degree day. The three layers I had had on from the previous day were peeled off and I slipped back into a tank top and shorts, an outfit that I was much more comfortable in. I had my whole life to discover this outfit, and only a handful of instances to wear snow clothes. The shock of being back only lasted for an hour or two before I was right back into the swing of things, weaving through traffic and wearing a sweater when the weather changed to a brisk 75 degrees.

I’ve had a lot of opportunity to change my mind about moving; the weather is gorgeous here, I’ve been having fun, been going to my local spots, seeing my old friends, spending time with my family, and settling into the comforts of familiarity. Plus, it seems that every person likes to remind me how cold it is in Montana, as if I haven’t already thought of that.

But I’m not budging. I don’t care how cold it is…I’ll survive. I don’t care how far away it is…they have an airport. I don’t care how few people I know there…the people I already know are great and I will undoubtedly meet new friends. I don’t care how different it is…actually, I do care…that’s part of the reason I’m going. The sound of the state on my lips sounds lovely to my ear, and I’m going no matter what anyone thinks. I’ll buy a jacket and boots and it’ll be an adventure.

I’m scared, but I’m excited. Looking forward to trying something new. And having a closet. Unpacking my things in storage. Building community. And maybe I’ll join a band again, or take up cross-country skiing. Or maybe I’ll learn to make soup or bake pies. As far as I’m concerned, I get to build my life exactly the way I want at this point in time. I might hate it out there, and be embarrassed and come home, but I might fall in love. And I’ll never know until I try.

So three cheers for trying, eh?

And with that, some gratitude. It’s Friday, ya’ll. The time where we get to think of all the things in our lives we are grateful for, and then share them with each other. I’ll go, then you go.

I’m grateful for:
My playful, silly, kind grandma. Fresh fruits and veggies. Warm blankets. All the Montana people that are taking me under their wings to usher me in. Cuddling. The look on my dog’s face when he gets to run as fast as he wants across an open field. Puns. The amazingly supportive and wonderful friends in my life. Excitement. G-Chats with Nat. My bestie. Nail polish. Daydreaming. Feeling close to something life-changing. All of the people I met on travels. Serendipity. Music that moves. Old friends. Life, itself. Good hair days. Love and support from afar.

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Now your turn. Leave a comment below with the things you are grateful for today. And share with me something that you’re proud of trying lately. And while you’re thinking, please enjoy some pics from my week. Readyyyyyy…GO.

The Last Morning In the Van. Las Vegas, NV

We Made It. Back where We Started.

And Just In Time To See My Mom Win This Prestigious Award

The Two Loves Of My Life. Coach and Grandma Pat.