Somewhere in the last month, it's started to feel less like a really strange vacation and more like a life. We've started jobs and schools and routines. Jeremy has worked nearly every day since we've been here, including the week he spent in the wasteland that is North Dakota. I've worked, too. Some from home, some from the office, some from the minivan driving all over this beautiful, strange, new place where I'm now a licensed driver, a resident and the boss of all things office administration.
We've all five watched snow fall for the first time, caught flakes on our tongues and seen more sky that we realized you could see from one spot. We've hiked some and fished some. We've laughed and cried and played some. We've learned that if you don't like the weather in Montana, you just have to wait a few minutes and it'll change. We've seen wind and fire, rain and sunshine, snow and clouds and sunsets that will literally take your breath away if you allow them to, all in the span of a day.
I've been lonely at times, grateful for the (near) solitude at others. I've been scared shitless and overwhelmed at times, confident and secure at others. I've cried tears of sadness, tears of joy, tears made up of a little of both. Tears that come from different experiences but taste the same as they always have.
I've watched as my oldest son has set out on his own adventure, his own quest. My brave, compassionate, intelligent child has made me so proud in the last month. They don't put that part in the baby books. That part about how your children will teach you things about courage, about strength. The part about how you'll wake up one random March morning in Montana and realize you look up to a child you grew from scratch just minutes ago.
So much has changed for the NunnFamily5. So much has stayed the same. Everything is new. Everything is familiar. Same kids, same husband and wife. Same couch that accidentally gets peed on from time to time. Same fights over messy rooms, homework and bath time. Everyone still has to go to bed, everyone still has to wake up.
We laugh the same here. We cry the same. With the exception of the 'high altitude' rules when it comes to baking, we cook the same here. It's the same mess and the same dishes in the sink that we've always had. It's just a different kitchen, now.
A kitchen with a window that looks out onto the most beautiful purple mountains I've ever seen.
Our first month in Montana has been just exactly what we thought it would be.
A bold undertaking with unknown outcomes.
It's been a month of challenges and rewards, tests and answers. A month full of experience, strength and hope. Intoxicating moments and sobering realizations have swirled together to form the landscape of life here.
A new life. The same life. The good life.
Happy March, Friends.
go. do. be.