Yup, now that Teague's away at college, the waterworks have officially begun, courtesy of my mother. It's nice to know that I'm loved. But, in the words of Peter, Paul and Mary (the band, not the apostles... common mistake, I know.): all my bags are packed, I'm ready to go... I'm leavin' on a jet plane, and I really don't know the exact date that I'll be back again. That's all part of the fun, though!
Just doing some last minute things... updating the blog, Twitter and Facebook (and yes, I do know how gross and Millenium generation that sounds, but what can I say?) loading the iPod with some new tunes, and soaking up these last few hours of Big Sky.
A Meditation on Montana
Really, if you've never been to Montana, I don't know how to explain this phenomenon. There are other places that have wide open spaces, but I've never seen more sky anywhere else I've been (this includes the god-forsaken Dakotas) than I do here. Sometimes in Michigan I get stressed and claustrophobic and I can't figure out why... but then we go to the beach or something and suddenly I feel this release; there's something about feeling so small that makes you feel larger inside. I was actually talking about this with Ryan and Katie the other night... Montana is addicting and annoying in its contradiction. When you're young you can't wait to vamoose to somewhere more exotic (like Rome), exciting (like Rome) and far far away (you get it). But there's something about this place, the people and the fact that the same drive through the canyon to Helena or over the pass to Missoula can still yeild such breathtaking, heartbreaking beauty that seems different each of the thousand times you see it. It gets in your blood. I don't know if this attatchment to a place occurs in other areas, since I'm a Montana girl born and raised, but I know that however far away I get, I'm still going to have this place in me in a very fundamental way. So, I can't wait to leave, mostly because I have the comfort of knowing that when I come home, 'home' will be the same, but I'll be able to appreciate it through different eyes.
With that sentimental detour, I'll sign off for right now. The next time I write, chances are it'll be from our Roman appartemento... so keep your fingers crossed that everything goes the way it's supposed to!
Arrivederci!
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