This weekend was hectic, chaotic, nearly-panic-inducing because of the sheer volume of people that surrounded us in Laramie, Wyoming as we hosted the Nebraska Cornhuskers. I have never seen so much madness in this small, Wyoming town, and it was irritating! Why are all these people in my way? I have become Wyoming-ized, similar to institutionalized, because I love our quiet way of life. I never thought I'd say this. I have wanted to live in the city since I was 13 and watched "The Secret of My Success." But you grow, you learn. I would have never described myself as outdoorsy, but after a week on a houseboat, and my husband talking about buying a camper, I can't help but realize that I am right where I belong.
How many people get to see deer in their backyard - even at the expense of their tomato plants? How many people get to see nature un-violated by human hands? I live here. I live this every day. I don't have 4-star restaurants or hip, happenin' club scenes, or high-powered dinners, like I thought I would have, but it turns out, I have it even better. I have friends who love me, I have a beautiful home, a secure job, and a passion to live every day. And best yet, a marriage that I always wanted. It's not easy, but it sure is worth it. That's how I can tell you, eating my own words, that I am right where I belong.
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