One Day It'll All Make Sense

The feeling that urged me to pack my things up and leave Montana felt like a virtual inevitability. Peeling the bandage off quick was the only way I could see doing it- prolonging the whole experience felt like it would only make the exodus that more difficult. In turn with those difficult feelings, clouded with a whole lot of uncertainty, I had to leave an amazing relationship, a good paying job (for the area at least), and a couple friends that could rival friends in any location that I have.

It rained most of that evening that I left. Slept somewhere I don't remember at a pull off in Wyoming (i think) and kept it moving early the next morning. I was pulling a uhaul trailer, averaging about 11 miles per gallon of gas through Wyoming and onto the Badlands of South Dakota. One trade off about the abundant rainfall was that it gave a 'dentist's office poster' quality to the badlands- one which i hadn't seen before, lush green-ness everywhere. Generally I had made this drive in the past earlier in the spring, and everything was generally very brown.

I found Chicago later that second day. Tolls were a burden unexpected because of the extra axle I was dragging, not to mention the sheer ridiculous number of them going into the city (like 4?!?) But good friends and good weather prevailed, and I did a lot of biking around the city in the two days I spent there.


..and then I got back to my family's house yesterday. Gotta tear down the old in order to build the new; We'll see how the next chapter begins...