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Now that everything’s out in the open, I guess there are a few basics to cover before I start posting on the day-to-day stuff.    

Leaving Montana is tough.  I know my mother would be upset if she ever heard me refer to somewhere other than Texas as “home,” but it has honestly been as much of a home to me as College Station was at one time.  The last two and half years in Missoula have been great.  No I’m not leaving a lot of friends, not even a handful (still working on my social skills), but a few dear friends that have meant the world to me and have ultimately made Missoula home.  (Maki and Winz, thanks for letting me be your third wheel).  If you’ve never been to Montana, stop what you’re doing and pack your bags.  There is no place like it and I’ve been truly blessed to have had the chance to call it home for the last few years.

I told my little brother (Big Brothers Big Sisters brother, not blood brother) last Friday that I’d be leaving Montana.  I tried to explain it in a way that he would understand, but I’m not sure that he would have thought any differently if I told him I was leaving to hunt kangaroos in Australia or to join the drug cartel in Columbia.   I only hope he’ll remember one day when he is older and understand why I had to go.

Admittedly, I am getting used to saying goodbye and I’m getting good at it – all of which bothers me a little.  I know I’ll have to do so again in two years.  All in all, it’s ok.  I think there is a calling for everyone out there and I need to follow mine even if it keeps me jumping around.  However necessary they may be, goodbyes are still a bummer. 

March 30^th is my last day in Montana.  Cheers.