Stories from a girl who left California searching for adventure and landed in Wyoming, who hates to clean and loves to sit on her ass.
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.
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That is a beautiful entry and picture. Now I want to move there.
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