I saw my brother a few days ago. He's moving to Hawaii in December. He had spent a few days at our mom's house on the lake, a place that holds a lot of history for our family.
He told me I just kept thinking how, it could be years before I see the lake again.
I agreed, that it must feel strange to know you're leaving, but to not have left yet...and to leave Montana, the place he's lived all his life, the mountains he is named after. This is no small thing, I think.
Well, you've never left, either he said...and it's true.
If I could sit down with myself, my ten-years-ago-self...19, and certain the adventures were just beginning, I would not have believed that in only ten years I would have two daughters...that I would be a mom, that I would still be living in Montana.
But there is absolutely nowhere else I'd rather be.
Especially on a warm day in October...
"Oh, I'll never leave Montana, brother." - Norman Maclean, A River Runs Through It