I am in Montana, and it is so beautiful, so bedrock-right-feeling in my skin and flesh, that it hurts to think about not being here in another few days or a week. I miss my home and I miss my husband and I miss all the normal mosaic-pieces of my life, but I kind of wish that every couple of months I could uproot that life and replant it in Montana for a week or so. It's nothing like I thought it would be. It's not a state that ever interested me, and yesterday I bought this sticker:
Tomorrow we're going on a camping trip, which is yet another new scary thing that my Montana-native friend has wheedled me into. We're going on an all-day horseback ride. I bought a hat with roses printed on the underbrim to wear on the ride. I can't fucking wait.