It occurred to me the other day that I’ve lived in Idaho for nine whole years! While that may not seem long to a lot of people, it’s a long time for me to live in one place.
We moved around a lot when I was little and didn’t really settle down until I was nearly a teenager. I lived in southwest Colorado for 22 years, the longest I’ve lived any place. Even there, we lived several different places around that area.
Hubby and I lived in South Dakota for a total of 15 nonconsecutive years. We lived in Spearfish for eight years and for seven in Custer. Hubby lived in Custer longer than I did because I moved to Boise a year and a half before he did. That’s why that part of our history is skewed a little.
I followed Hubby’s career for 30 years. I found jobs wherever we moved, but could never pursue much of a career for me. We talked about how one day when Hubby was nearing retirement, I would look for my dream job. When the technical writer/editor position came open in Boise, I applied for it and to Hubby’s surprise, I got it. So I moved to Idaho and Hubby stayed in South Dakota for another year and a half until he retired. We spoke every day and met once a month, either here or there, or somewhere in between. For the first time in my life, I lived on my own. Sort of. Hubby was always there to support me whenever I needed it so I was never really alone. It was a wonderful experience and I’m thankful it all worked out the way it did.
Over the past nine years, I’ve made a lot of new friends and become involved in different organizations. It certainly feels like home to me. The winters are so mild, especially when compared to the Dakota winters. I love how our home sits at the base of the mountains so that we can see snow falling on the mountains while it rains in the valley. That’s ideal!
I’m thankful for the opportunity to move here and enjoy my dream job with the dream coworkers. I like the town and the people. I’m thankful for living in such a nice place.
Heartwarming Small-Town Romances and Thrilling Mysteries