Monday, November 23, 2009


Stephan keeps repeating that we are blessed to love two places as much as we do. It's very hard to leave, but it's wonderful to look forward to moving back to Chicago. Packing each box brings us closer to family, but further from the friends who have become closer than family in Montana. Needless to say, there's been a lot of crying. We have only a few more weeks here, and every moment is precious to us.


I remember how emotional I was when we moved here... things didn't go according to anyone's plan. For fun I tried to find a good blog post from 3 years ago as a reference, and I came up with this one that again sent me into tears. But they are happy tears for the moment. I hope Melanie doesn't mind me reposting it:

Only in Montana…

…can major home repair be put on hold because of a cow giving birth.

…can tourists watch 12 foot tall fake bulls peeing.

…can a town multiply in size because of a fair.

…tight blue jeans, denim shirt, cowboy boots and hat are the top fashion.

…can you get two alcoholic drinks for under $5.

…there are more cows then people…3 to 1.

…can you buy a house.

…you need heaters for you car so it doesn’t get too cold at night.

…can you learn everyone’s name in your town.

…is liquor still regulated by the state.

…you can find 3 bars, but 12 churches.

…may your car actually be more expensive then your house.

…are the sweaters that your mother gave to Salvation Army 10 years ago are still in fashion.

…can you buy a house that comes with a chicken coop.

…can you call up Illinois Department of Big Jerks and get hung-up on and then call up Montana and talk to someone nice and then realize Montana, with all it quarks and laid back nature, might be exactly were you need to be at this point in your life. That people might be way different then where you came from, but they are very welcoming. You realize that this is going to be your home for a while so might as well start acting like it is home. You come to the conclusion that your life has been thrown up side down and that, even though you don’t have all your underwear or the shampoo and conditioner you would usually use, you are truly a survivor. Although there have been tears, you’ve wiped them away and have carried on. Suddenly a feeling comes over you. No longer a feeling of sadness or self-pity, but strength that you did it. And then the Dora the Explorer song runs through your head as you gently close your eyes and go to sleep.


Melanie said...

I really sound crazy at the end. I remember writing this. It was very late at night and Dora's "We did it" really did come into my head while typing it.

I'm proud of you. I knew you would be fine. I knew you would make tons of friends. You are truly blessed, but so are the people who got to know you both. You improved the lives of many. Mission Complete. :)

Kristenanne said...

I'm going to miss having you share in the awesome insanity and almost indescribable (although you did an great job of capturing it)grandure that is living in Montana! I more than anyone else, understand your dilema and will look forward to reading perhaps what you miss the most after you have been back awhile or when you will be bringing Sawyer for a visit. Enjoy your last two weeks here and know that you are always welcome to visit me up in the NW corner. I love you Anna! Safe travels!

Amy in Colorado said...

wow.. what an amazing post.. i've enjoyed following your adventures in MT; in many ways, I could empathize considering my own moves from one state to another at various stages of my life.. leaving one place and moving to another can be bittersweet.. nothing else has given me both such sheer excitement and such bone-chilling fear at the same time!! but, i've conquered, endured, learned and grown from each experience.. good luck to you in your move back to Chicago.. may the freedom, simplicity, and feeling of the wild-wild-west that can still be found out here in the American west follow you back to big city life; and, may you find solace in closing your eyes amidst the hustle and bustle, breathing in the air, and remembering the sweet smell of prairie mists, hay, and earth still untouched by the encroachment of civilization, find its way to your nose and your heart..