I only have two days left to decide what to do about grad school. Finally got around to thinking about it long and hard, and talking it over with a few key people during the lonely stretches of drive today. More and more it looks like I'll defer a year. It just isn't something you should do unless you're hundred percent sure, and I'm less than that. Not exactly sure what I'll do instead, though I've got some dreams. It's a little alarming to achieve something you've thought you wanted for years, and find that maybe you really wanted something else. More than anything I want to be a good woman, but I'm not quite sure what that entails. I may have been on earth for twenty five years, yet I'm still little more than a small, brown, lost girl.
Hit Idaho for the first time. Unfortunately, I was running tight on time and couldn't find anything to do. Ended up blowing threw the state. Looked like a lot of small mountains coated in white pines, and occasionally dotted with quaint communities. Though admittedly, Coeur d'Alene Lake was a vast, shining gem of a geological feature.
Mostly, I was all kinds of excited to get to Montana. I had been once before a couple years ago to visit Yellowstone and Glacier National Parks, and had fallen for the state hard. At sunset there was a spectacular moon rise over the mountains as I neared Missoula. In the city I met up with my couchsurf host, a lovely lady named Lauren. Turns out she recently graduated from U of D, and in all likelihood we've unknowingly attended parties together. She took me to a fabulous bar call The Union. It looked like a particularly hip VFW or American Legion Hall, delicious local beers were on tap for exceptionally reasonable prices, and all ages over 21 were getting down to a jazz-soul-blues-funk-jam-zydeco band improvising covers with a full compliment of instrumentalists. There were some competition quality dancers in the crowd, but that didn't stop any and all from shaking a tail feather. Oh how we shook! So far I'm enjoying Missoula thoroughly. Once again it looks like Montana is liable to run off with my heart.
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