Thank you Mother Nature and global warming for allowing me to have a snowball fight with my dad in the front yard of our Mesa, Arizona home.
The snow has been on the ground for hours and it reminds me of Montana.
The last time I was in Montana there was a freak blizzard. The snow on the ground started a lot like the snow we have here now. It was quick, unexpected, and beautiful.
I drove to the Hobby Lobby tonight to purchase a few things and I realized that I still have my Montana blood. I wasn't scared to drive in the snow. I knew I could handle it. But it also got me thinking of home. (Or the place I grew up). The things I miss and the things I don't.
I miss my family, the mini golf course, Howard's pizza, the mountains, green nature, knowing half the town, feeling safe to play in the streets, summer vacation, endless roads with beautiful fields on either side, truck stops instead of gas stations, the radio, Fords drive in, the state fair, snow days, spring, fall, snowed in movie nights, looking for deer at dusk, my grandparents house, snow ball fights, snow forts, sugar cookies, Moosie my grandpa's stuffed animal, star filled sky's, and summer bike rides.
I don't miss snow, cold, needing my heater blanket, failing school, feeling dumb, hunters, living outside of town, cows, stake, smell of cows, hitting deer with our car, deer hitting our car, small town, melting snow, huge snow suits, snow soaked gloves, snow boots, heating up a car in -20 weather, and school.
I realized a few years ago that I am a city girl. Small town life isn't for me. I like being near the action, the center of things, and being able to find and do anything.
I love Montana and plan on making it a part of my life and the life of my children. But we will never live there.
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