Goodbye New Mexico

New Mexico was an unexpected assignment. It wasn’t a place that crossed my mind as one I’d ever live in but it was home for nearly four years. Brian & I tried to make the best of our time there. Although Covid caused a kink in those adventures we weren’t expecting to leave the southwest anytime soon so we weren’t in any hurry to get back out there.

Just as unexpectedly as the world going into lockdown, I found out I was pregnant. Rost was a couple of weeks old and it was one of those all hands on deck at three a.m. with a crying infant kind of nights. Brian & I had just gotten our little nugget to fall asleep and we were trying to catch a few moments alone with each other before we both passed back out ourselves. We knew we didn’t want to raise our child in New Mexico but it was in that moment of exhaustion that Brian asked if I wanted to pick up and move back home to Montana. The sentence wasn’t even fully out of his lips before I quietly yelled YES! Thankfully, my excitement did not wake Rost back up. Over the next few days, we worked out what would need to happen in order for us to move home: my job would need to agree to my working remotely full time, and Brian would need to find a new job since he was tied to Albuquerque, we would need to work out housing in Montana amidst a housing crisis in Montana, sell our home in Albuquerque, and so the list went on. We figured all this would take roughly six months to a year to work out. It didn’t matter, we weren’t in a hurry. However, the actual timeline took less than two months to complete and before we knew it we were packing up our lives in the southwest and returning home to Northwestern Montana.

If you’re wondering, Bucket is still the queen of long road trips.

2 Months

Two months down. In that time you’ve traveled the country, twice over. You’ve said goodbye to your first home, and hello to a temporary one while we wait for your new home to be ready. I hope you love Montana as much as I do Rost.

1 Month

My dear, sweet boy. A month has already gone by and I cannot begin to describe what this month has been like. I hope that someday I will have the words to tell you all about this time, but for now, please accept this photo diary in their absence.

Petro Rabbit

I’ve been in love with the Petroglyphs since the first time I laid eyes on them. Every chance I get to show them to someone new I jump on it. My co-worker Chy & I have the same scheduled half day & since we’re both recent transplants to New Mexico we headed over to the park for an afternoon walkabout. I saw my first jackrabbit! (I may or may not have screamed. First in terror, then in delight.)DSC_4434DSC_4444DSC_4448DSC_4453DSC_4459DSC_4368DSC_4376

Boo at the Zoo

Brian & I have been getting our TK kits out into the community as new members of the Dewback Ridge Garrison. The local 501st group couldn’t be more welcoming and the community couldn’t be more supportive. I’m looking forward to many more troops!