“I want you to know; there came a day when I stood in the street of a bustling city suburb—and tears streaked my face.”
This is one of the most beautiful and achingly accurate things I’ve ever read about our state. Reading this was a punch in the gut. These words just took me back so many years to a fresh-faced me just out of the University of Wyoming, standing in downtown Indianapolis. I was living there, working my first job out of college and missing my home state so much I ached inside. Until that moment, I didn’t know it was possible to be surrounded by so many people and feel so, so lonely.
I had a very lucrative offer to stay in Indiana for the next three years. But I knew my heart wasn’t in Indiana. It was in Wyoming. In her wide open spaces and endless night skies. So I came back to my beloved Wyoming. And eventually, I was me again.
Reading this reminds me of a a poster that hung on my office wall in Indianapolis almost two decades ago. It showed a photo of the mountains and a carpet of wildflowers, with three simple words at the bottom…
Wyoming is home.
And God willing for me and mine, it always will be.
I want you to know; even when we’ve been apart, you’ve been a part of me.
I want you to know; in the beginning, I didn’t know how fortunate I was to have you. I took for granted the freedoms you afforded me. Maybe it’s the view from my rose tinted glasses, but I recall a childhood of vast spaces to explore, mountains to climb, rivers to ride, and the absence of so many barriers common place for so many. I didn’t appreciate such gifts until they were no longer mine for the taking.
I want you to know; there came a day when I stood in the street of a bustling city suburb—and tears streaked my face. I found myself surrounded by too much that was all too close. Your absence reminded me of who I was—and I needed to be her again.
I want you to…
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