S: I rediscovered Montana. I fell in love with the smells, the mountains, rivers, again. Fourteen years ago, I moved to Montana nearly sight-unseen. Then, after a wonderful nine years, I moved to Houston. “From the most beautiful place on Earth to the ugliest.” Those who knew me knew I hated doing things twice and would rarely claim to love a land twice. But in this case, it was like I discovered the love I had of the Last Best Place for the first time, again.
A: My career began in Missoula. The University, my mentors, the outreach and coordination. Go Griz! In comparison to what I’ve been doing in Houston for five years, it felt like a drop in a big pond of impact and triumph. I remember what we accomplished with my teams, with little to no resources in a non-profit saturated town. The same goes for my accomplishments in Houston- doing a lot with little, over and over again…
F: Yet to every question of whether I’d move there again, I smiled. “No.”
A: Sure, I realized a few of wonderful things, five years to the day after moving. First, I hate cold winters and love the heat (this is NOT new news, everyone knows this about me). Second, I have some very loyal friends and confidants in Montana. Again, not new news, but I am still humble. Not many get to spend time with as many in one visit in a town of so few. That’s me! But would I move there again?
R: No, again with a smile, for a reason. I don’t have to permanently move to experience the Last Best Place again and again. Bear with me, this seems obvious, but I wasn’t sure if my heart could handle it this time around. My heart, and Montana, have done just fine. So, what exactly did I discover on this visit?
I: For that answer, I leave it to you out there, wherever you are. You’re a part of this journey as much as I have been. If we leave it to mountains and rivers, fine. But is there more that I discovered, again?
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