A burning desire to move west; a successful effort to fly the coop
Finally the time to move west arrived.
The first month in Montana was dreamy.
The second month was rough as I encountered and absorbed so much fear from others that as it turns out, wasn't my own.
I also was plain and simple hanging out with the wrong people.
And most of all, I was finding that the plan I thought I had for Montana wasn't the plan at all.
In an effort to find my way into my Montana journey as it was intended to be, I began this writing adventure.
My entire world changed in a matter of a month, and I could not be happier.
Montana Musings A-Z below.
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