Dear Weird Little Podunk Nowhere Whitebread Mountain Middle Of Nothing Teton Valley:

I love you so much. Every day you surprise me and remind me why this is HOME. After Owen died, I suppose I could have gone anywhere. Atlanta was always home, always mine. I only lived here (Where? Ohio? Iowa? You're moving where??? Isn't that full of those Mormons? Do you live near Harrison Ford? I hope you like potatoes.) for 8 or 9 months before I got hitched & went to England, where I'd intended to be forever. When my forever came crashing down around me quite stupendously, I knew I had to get HOME. I never gave a moment's thought to that being anywhere but here. Not just 'cause that's where mommy & daddy are. Here is just........ just right. That short time I was here BEFORE, and the couple trips Owen and I made back here, all that had soaked in subtly and deeply, so AFTER, this is just where I knew I should be. I didn't even have to think consciously about it. Your winters suck. Sorry, I'm a Georgia peach, we don't handle the freeze well. But the love, acceptance, the sometimes insanely too close-knittedness, and the fact that, like it or not, we all know what color underwear every other single one of us has on today, all that is why this is HOME. Thank you.