I feel like that girl that gets pregnant and then only posts things about the baby.
But I'm having a bad month, so I only want to post about how miserable I've been.
My head and heart have begun a spiritual pilgrimage. I'm already one foot in Montana, with one arm around my Mom.
I feel like as soon as I get there, and Mom hugs me, everything will be wrenched back into place and I will be the Bry I think people know and love.
I'm dreaming of the open skies, fried chicken and rhubarb crisp. The river, the stars, my first 4th of July with family in 8 years, and a chance to see my dog.
The Book Exchange. Lolo Hot Springs.
Oh, please let it be Wednesday.
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