After twelve days of trotting coast-to-coast visiting family and friends, I have to say I’m delighted to be back in my Montana home. It’s not that I really needed a reminder of why I absolutely love it here, but the trip back to the Seattle area confirmed that I made the right decision when I decided to call this place home. As I experienced many places that had been so familiar for much of my life, I unexpectedly felt like a stranger. I didn’t have any feelings of regret for having moved, just memories of places I had gone and things I had done.
Now don’t get me wrong; I did enjoy spending time with old friends. And the best Christmas gift a mom can receive is to see her adult children. But I had only been away from Montana for a couple of days when I became terribly homesick. My next-door neighbor wasn’t much help either when she sent me a photo of my snow-covered house one morning.
A few days ago, right before landing in Kalispell, the woman next to me on the plane started saying things that described how I felt. She too was a fellow transplant from Washington State and had missed the warm, friendly people of the Flathead Valley. She was happy to see a dusting of snow, but not too much to make driving difficult. We soon realized that we had a mutual friend and exchanged phone numbers. By the time we got to baggage claim, we were chatting like old buddies.
Over the next couple of days, I started reconnecting with friends and catching up on what I had missed during my nearly two weeks away. Then I actually did feel a little regret having missed out on some of the holiday festivities here in Montana.
Today I feel like I’m back to my old, comfortable surroundings. It’s funny to think that I moved here just short of six months ago. I haven’t felt the need to make any resolutions for 2019; I’m just going to continue to see where that Montana Magic takes me.