Far away.

(This is basically what it looks like here.)

It's late now, here in Livingston, Montana. I'm sitting in our little house we're staying in for the night before we head to Yellowstone tomorrow for a bit and then on to Red Ranch. It's lovely, and so different than I thought it was going to be. This is a much different part of the world than I'm used to, but it's only a couple states away from where I've spent the majority of my life. But I like it. And I'm so excited for tomorrow, especially because we're going to see the country that I might possibly see myself living in the future (this is the same land where The Horse Whisperer was filmed). It's just gorgeous and big. And there are lots of horses and cowboys.

Oh... but as lovely as this roadtrip has been so far with my parents and little brothers, and as lovely as it's been to be be home for the past month, it's been a little hard at the same time (which is to be expected for a number of reasons). Mostly I just wish things were a little different so I could at least share parts of this with a somebody I really love, a somebody that's not in my life anymore these days. I think one of the worst feelings in the world is loving someone so much that you would do absolutely anything for them, making them your first priority and your all, and not having that returned in the end. Or not knowing. It leaves a girl feeling a little sad and not really valued. But such is life, right? Either it works or it doesn't, and you move on. Or you try to move on and end up laying on your back every night not able to sleep.

But you move on.

Anyway. I'll be back on Sunday. Or Monday. Probably Monday. And then I'll get around to posting some pictures of this place that I've been snapped every other minute, and all of the amazing food I've been eating, too. Oh, the food and views have just been amazing. You'll see.