J'ai manqué mes montagnes.

The four hour journey back home with a Ford Escort hatchback packed to where the two in the back seat couldn't move was a success. Mark, Tessa, Gina and I all made it safe and sound back to Pinedale. It feels odd to be here for some reason, I really don't consider it home anymore, yes my family is here, but even then they aren't my "true, blood" family, they are my family, but this is no longer home. This is not even the town I grew up in, which is true for most natural resource booming towns. Many buildings have been renovated or demolished and built over, many new buildings are up, business that I once worked in now no longer exist. I guess this is all apart of life. Change is the only constant, and is inevitable. We will see how the rest of the week goes here, I am meeting up with my high school buddies tomorrow night, a trip to Jackson on Friday, sledding with Aunts and Uncles on Saturday, then there is actually Christmas and church to attend. Sitting here thinking about it, I realize that I haven't been back since my god-mother's funeral almost two years ago, one of my best friends, my Sarah, growing up is living back here and I haven't seen her in close to four years. Maybe that is why I feel out of place, that and the fact that I have orange hair might have something to do with it.