
So, I'm homesick. Big surprise. I've been living here in CA for almost a year now and it still hasn't grown on me. I don't see how things can be so different. Sometimes I feel like we are in a different country. It's so very strange to me.
I miss MONTANA!
I miss my family.
I miss my friends.
I miss complete strangers saying hello when you pass them on the street.
I miss snow. Especially at times like Christmas.
I miss chilly nights and hot cocoa.
I miss seeing my breath in the air.
I miss mittens and scarfs and cold red noses.
I miss dirt roads.
I miss writing in the frost on the glass window of the car when it's cold outside.
I miss plugging in the car so it will start in the morning.
I miss beauty.
I miss fresh clean air.
I miss the smell after a rain storm.
I miss sky that goes on forever.
I miss the smell of pine trees.
I miss the colorful changing of the seasons.
I miss camping in the middle of July and still having to bring hats and gloves because it just might snow.
I miss REAL smore's.
I miss feeling safe.
I miss being able to walk to the store alone.
I miss not worrying about driving into the wrong part of town.
I miss 'rush hour' meaning there are more than 4 cars stopped at the light.
I miss lighting fireworks.
I miss leaving my doors unlocked.
I miss the dew on everything first thing in the morning.
I miss job safety.
I miss no sales tax.
I miss being in college.
I miss cheap rent.
I miss trusting people.
I miss seeing stars.
I miss mountains.
I miss lemondaid stands and bake sales.
Basicly... I miss everything. I'm ready to come home.



















