Along with becoming a stay-at-homer when the little man arrived, I also became something I didn’t ever anticipate: A Montanan. Our little family recently relocated to a small-ish town in west central Montana, leaving behind a life, family and friends we love, for other family, new friends, and a change of pace, scenery and temperature (among other things).
I grew up as the oldest child of a couple (I could say father, but let’s be honest: both parents were involved in this process) who was in the throws of pursuing a PhD and then establishing themselves professionally, so we moved a fair amount. I learned to love making new friends and exploring new places. Now that I’m older, I’m not sure I love those challenges as much – but most of the people that know me best will say that I’m always up for an adventure.
In my non-existent spare time I love to spend time with friends, ride horses, rock climb (or do most things outdoors), paint, draw, go to a good museum, play games, bake, catch up on TV shows that I always seem to miss, read good books, travel, dance (when no one is looking), eat frozen yogurt and dream about what my house would look like if I could just decide how I want to decorate it.