1.12.25 // Montana

If I left a piece of my heart in all of the places I’ve loved across the globe, there wouldn’t be much of it left ​... and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
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And the newest recipient of a little sliver of heart… Montana.
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My first trip to Montana was just over a year ago, and since then I’ve been back three times, with a potential fourth already on the horizon.
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The open skies, the rolling hills, the towering mountains.
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And the humans! I’m sorry, you’ll talk to me on the ski lift​!? Say good morning back to me while we’re running past each other​!? Chat me up in the grocery store line​!? YES, please.
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I know this isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, but those small moments of stranger connection are my favorite kind. Call me a cliché American, but Seattle’s lack of community through those little points of connection, eye contact, hellos, small talk​, can quietly wear down my soul.
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I recognize that a lot of my life is in Seattle right now… but Montana, go on, take another little piece of my heart​ now, baby.