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.