I had a bunch of new project meetings this week, which inevitably lead to that sentence I hear all the time. Montana?! Oh! You’re so lucky to live there! I am deeply, profoundly grateful for the life I’ve built here in this small town in Montana. But it wasn’t luck that got me here. It was a combination of claustrophobia and a burning drive to find a house. Some of my women friends describe feeling that drive about having children. I love kids, and nearly melted last week when one of the twin toddlers down the block held up his arms to be carried around my backyard, but I never felt that I had to have a child of my own or I’d die. I did feel that way about finding a house. And not just any house. A house I could pay off. A house I could fully
It wasn't luck ...
It wasn't luck ...
It wasn't luck ...
I had a bunch of new project meetings this week, which inevitably lead to that sentence I hear all the time. Montana?! Oh! You’re so lucky to live there! I am deeply, profoundly grateful for the life I’ve built here in this small town in Montana. But it wasn’t luck that got me here. It was a combination of claustrophobia and a burning drive to find a house. Some of my women friends describe feeling that drive about having children. I love kids, and nearly melted last week when one of the twin toddlers down the block held up his arms to be carried around my backyard, but I never felt that I had to have a child of my own or I’d die. I did feel that way about finding a house. And not just any house. A house I could pay off. A house I could fully