I miss mountains
I do. It is funny how you don't realize what something means to you until it is gone. We don't have any mountains around here. What Michiganders call a mountain is a joke. Sometimes it is a little thing, like missing mountains, that really opens the door and releases turmoil completely unrelated to that little thing. Am I making any sense?
posted by Erin @ 9:27 PM
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yep, it's called being a woman. and, being from the Pacific Northwest, mountains are like friends, and you miss them if you don't have them for a while
I don't realize how much I like some things until I travel somewhere else. Like fields. I love looking at a stretch of farm land with mountains in the background.
I love pocatello's beautiful hills. Mountains bring joy, i love them. I'll take a mountain over the beach anyday...
little things, like the other day we were in the car and History Maker by Delirious came on and we all said... "this reminds me of Erin". And we start remembering all our great Erin memories. And it was just a silly song in the car but it made me pout and want to cry about missing Erin.
That's funny. Why does that song make you think of me?
we were discussing that there is no specific reason but it does. Something about a Salt maybe.
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