It’s coming up on a year that I’ve moved, a year since I graduated, and a year since I started working as a professional journalist.
Despite the amount of time away, I can’t help but think of Idaho as home. It’s where I grew up. It’s where everyone in the family except myself and my aunt live. And it is so much greener than the Southwest. The air is fresh, the breeze kisses the skin, the sun filters through the pine trees.
It was a good 20-some years, and I can’t wait to visit in on vacation.