Snow in May

If you'd have asked me how long it would take a family of four to get settled after a cross country move back in December I would have said 3 months. After all, 3 months is technically a season... Winter if we're being specific. But here we are nearly 4 months into our move, we've (mostly) unpacked our belongings into our Montana home, and while waking up to the pink hues of the sun peaking over the Bridger Mountain Range is starting to feel more familiar nothing could have quite prepared us for snow in May. 

This is hard. That's ok right? We're not entirely sure we've made the wisest choice by transplanting. It's little things like not having a Publix (#IYKYK), or having to ALWAYS have a winter coat that make transition just a little tougher than you'd imagined. Pride doesn't want us to admit the toughness, we want to portray the romanticized version of reality for as long as possible, but we're human. Regardless of how much we love a place us we mere mortals are yet again reminded that love is not always easy. To love a place... or person is to love the not so perfect parts too, and in this case it's snow in May.