Yeah, this is my first post. It should have gone live yesterday, but I wimped out on hitting submit. I agree, it needs definite refinement. But I'll get that going as soon as I can figure everything out.
I'm a petite divorcee, living in the "Inland Empire", as locals call it. It is the largest area I've ever lived in. I never planned on calling the Inland Northwest a home. Growing up, once a year, we came to blow our babysitting savings at Norstroms, and swim in a pool that was actually inside a hotel, that had a elevator. Honestly, it never felt like home.
So what got me to come back?
Love. Head over heels type love. He proposed and I was filled with images of white picket fences, wine-tasting parties, tulips, and happiness. The reality? I was chastised from the words "I do." Abused, admonished, and eventually left to rot. But I pulled through.
More about that later, this post is about today. Butte tough, I am. Look it up, I don't know how to link it yet. I'm getting my groove on, and finding new things to celebrate. I still don't feel like I belong here, and that is the basis of this blog. Fitting in. I'm very single in a city that prides itself on being matched up. I am childless in a city that proclaims to be all pro-child. I have a 12.5 foot kayak in an area that boldly supports 9 foot whitewater adventurists.
So for today, this is it. Not my best intro, certainly not my funniest. But I promise to give you more, just hang on.
love,
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