Goodbye, Missoula

Goodbye, Missoula...


Goodbye, Joanna. Thank you for movie/ice cream nights. Thank you for the out to breakfasts in extra large sweatshirts. Thank you for Sunday dinners. And especially thank you, for all the talking nights. You were my very first friend here.

Goodbye, my Cinna. Thank you for being my cowgirl hippie art grad school goddess. Thank you for thinking I was so cool. Thank you for telling me so. Thank you for taking me to your home for Easter. I already miss you.

Goodbye, Kendra and Signe. Thank you for bellydancing and kung fu fighting with me at 1:00 a.m. in the middle of the forest. Thank you for our sisterhood.

Goodbye, Naga. Thank you for kissing me the other day. Thank you for the spiritual being you are, and allowing me to be. Thank you for the art, jazz and chocolate festival in Phillipsburg. Thank you for inviting me to everything and anything that had to do with art, music or drama. And oh, how you make me laugh.

Goodbye, Kris and Tom. Kris, you were the first person to talk to me in Missoula a year ago and made me feel like a queen. Tom, my amazing cd producer, and genius computer technician. After countless hours at your house, I consider you my friend, and I am richer from it.

Goodbye, Maril. Oh Maril. Thank you for making sure to see me before I left and taking me to this diner for the best blueberry pancakes and much enjoyed conversation with you. Thank you for loving how excited I get about blueberry pancakes. And thank you, for believing in our connection.

Goodbye, Kaerlek. Wait, I like this other picture too...

Thank you for the time in my car sitting in your driveway when we drew rainbows and words of love on the foggy windows and you said, "I feel so comfortable with you right now. I don't want to leave." Thank you for all of the experiences I dare not thank you for right here.

Goodbye, Kabo. Thank you for helping me learn how to communicate with you... when you wanted to play, or cuddle or be picked up. I have joined the ranks of people who love their pets. Never growing up with pets, I never got it before. I get it now.

And goodbye, Linda. My spiritual sister. My roommate. My walking newspaper and global weather-woman. You have helped me understand who I'd like to be when I'm older. Linda, I want to be like you.

World, this was my Missoula. I leave with a thousand happy memories. I can honestly say this has been one of the best years of my life.