
The past few weeks have been perfect. I'm only taking one class right now, and I'm home by 10:30 every morning. That means I have the whole day to enjoy this slowly approaching summer weather and do all the things I miss when I'm in school. For example, the living room is finally painted a bright, light gray instead of the horrible beige/yellow that was here before. Also, the house is clean! Like, really clean!
We spent last weekend at home in Montana visiting family. I got to see some friends who I haven't seen since our wedding last summer, which is basically all of my friends. We stayed with Jordan's brother and his girlfriend, who I adore. Sunday was spent at Jordan's grandparents' house. His grandma, mom, and aunt spent the day giving me gluten-free living and gardening tips. We had a birthday dinner for my dad, my brother flew up from Vegas, and we even drove to Jordan's dad's ranch to visit him and all his rambunctious dogs.
Clearly, I'm more homesick than ever now. To cope, I'm trying to take the things I love about being home and bring them to our life in Idaho. When I'm in Montana, I don't stress about food as much. I never worry about balanced meals and getting enough vegetables. I'm too busy enjoying life to think about those little things constantly. I've starting planting my garden, but I'm taking my time with it. Things will get planted when they get planted, and I'm enjoying the whole process this time.
Basically, the difference between being home and being in Idaho is what I let myself focus on. At home, I'm in the place that I love with the people I love. Because trips to Montana have been few and far between lately, I make sure to appreciate every second of it. In Idaho, my perfectionism provides me with a million daily battles. I've known for years that I'm too hard on myself, but actually fixing it is a different matter. Thankfully, I've been able to relax since spring semester ended. While I'd like an A in my summer math class, I'll also just be happy with a passing grade. (Math is the worst.)
Knowing that we have two trips to Montana planned in the next few months helps too.
My Irish Lit teacher last semester was fond of the phrase, "A person becomes more Irish the farther he gets from Ireland." That's how I feel about Montana. The longer I live away from the place I've lived all my life, the more I miss it. I love the people, the views, and the way of life. Someday we'll move back home, but until then, I'll do my best to love my life no matter where we are.