I've been here in Helena for a little over a month now and here are some of the things I've come across: lots and lots of Moo's, kind people, some horses (a lot bigger than I imagined), unusually kind people, big skies, lots of stars, tons of mountains, nice hiking trails, some floating rivers, and a lot of country.
All of these things I should have assumed to run into but I don't think I mentally prepared myself… you see, my friend Lauren had been semi-jokingly asking me to move to Montana for about six months before I actually did – and the catalyst to such a decision was weighted in my disdain for the East Coast, not my intense desire to travel out west – ergo my unpreparedness. It’s alright though. I’ve come a long way since arriving, though I’ve been cautious about what I explore and when. Maybe I haven’t come as far as many would like but those many still call east of the Mississippi home.
At first I thought I would dive into the culture head first and run around the town and outside ranches, exploring fast and loose…. but I realized that perhaps in taking things slowly I could allow myself a little time to investigate myself as well as my surroundings. I’m not sure how far along I am with all that either… I’ve had a few breakthroughs here and there but I feel my impatient nature creeping up - telling myself to hurry up and understand the west as well as myself and get on with it already. Trick is, I’m not sure which side of me is right in this situation.
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