Thursday, June 6, 2013

Where the Sky is Bigger

It has been a handful of weeks since writing in this blog and for those who have taken time in the past to read my previous entries I apologize for lag between updates. Inspiration to write can at times feel as illusive as an intense game of hide and seek but today a big event is sparking a previously watered kindling for motivation. At this very moment I am standing in line with a group of other travelers at the Oakland International Airport waiting to receive a boarding pass to a place that for seven years used to be called home: Missoula, Montana.

Ten months ago a house was emptied, a place of employment was given its notice, a series of "goodbyes" was shared among friends, and a life that was developed for seven years within the majestic horizon of one the world's most beautiful landscapes was placed on hold for an undetermined length of separation. For the first time since moving up to Missoula in the summer of 2005 this particular departure did not guarantee the timetable for a return voyage and an epilogue of answers was overshadowed with dense proceeding chapters of uncertain questions. 

Standing behind a growing queue of future destination seekers only the sensation of excitement runs laps around my consciousness. Artsy First Fridays, Dead Hipster stage dancing, hungover corned beef & hash, never ending river trails, pizza done Biga, Saturday markets, the world's best beer, and the some of greatest friends anyone can ask for are what sit only a short plane ride away. Its difficult to say what will be different and what will still be the same since last setting foot there but to have lived in such a wonderful place is a true blessing that I feel fortunate to have experienced. The Last Best Place hasn't been my home since last August but it will forever reserve a dorm bed on the 2nd Floor of Aber Hall for my heart. See you guys soon :)