Do you believe that we are meant to live in certain landscapes? That some places just feel like home, even if you didn’t grow up there?
I do. It’s one of the few things I really do believe. I’ve written about it before, but for me this is one of those truths that comes up again and again.
And for me, that landscape is the open spaces of the west. Eastern friends have told me that the big emptiness of Montana puts them on edge, but I find myself breathing a big sigh of relief when I return to this open, wild, windswept land.