Wednesday, October 3, 2012

An apology

We are getting ready for the end of a beautiful summer and the beginning of a long winter. It is only October and they are forecasting snow. I can't help but wonder why I moved to a place like this, and then I look out the second store window of Night Herring at the Old Buckhorn Bar and remember why I agreed to it. The first few weeks were extremely difficult but I am slowly beginning to feel more and more at home. I now have a favorite bar: The Ruffed Up Duck, a favorite diner: The Prairie Rose, a place to go to get cute birthday cards: Poppy, and I know where to got to get the best pizza: Crow Bar. And I have yet to kill my boyfriend, which is likely due in part to the fact that our schedules tend to conflict quite a bit. So Laramie, I owe you an apology. I came here thinking that you had nothing to offer me, only to realize that this is the first time in quite a long time that I feel at home.