July marked our 6th month in Idaho. I still shake my head in disbelief that I'm now planted in a mountain community almost 1000 miles away from my hometown! Incredibly, I'm living in a gold mining town that was once the largest city in unincorporated Idaho; a town that burnt to the ground two times in the 1860's and embodied the Wild West!
For some, long distance moves are routine: certainly not for me. I lived within a 30-mile radius of my parent's home for 53 years. My address changed at least 14 times, but never beyond the California border.
With some of the newness wearing off, I guess reality is making an appearance. I was not prepared for the lingering feelings of separation and the withdrawal from a second-nature life. I miss my family, friends, and the ocean.