I don't usually write or talk about this type of thing on air or here online - but today I can't help it, my heart is at home.

There comes a time in everyone's life where you graduate from high school and have to make the decision to stay around home or venture out to something new.  I grew up in what at that time was a very rural farm town - Williston, ND.  All of my family are farmers, and were only 45 miles away in Watford City, ND.  I am an only child with a single mom (who I SWEAR has to be a saint to put up with me), and grew up spending a lot of my time on the farm with my aunts, uncles, grandparents and cousins.  We have a relatively small family, but we are very close.

I made the choice to pick up and move after I graduated High School.  I had visited Big Sky on my Senior Ski Trip and absolutely fell in love with the Mountains.  I got lucky enough to find a job here after graduating from Montana State, and haven't left Bozeman since I got here.  I love it here, but there are times when home feels so far away.

Like today. My aunt was in a nasty farm accident yesterday and is currently in the hospital about 2 hours away from home.  I sat there last night waiting for word on her surgery, as most of the family I love back at home was sitting all together in a waiting room in the hospital.  There have only been a few days since I moved away, where 8 hours feels like the other side of the planet - and yesterday and today is one of them.

I don't write this as to be a sad story on a sunny Wednesday morning - I write it as a reminder to look around you and check in about what - and who you care about.  What are you worrying about today? Does it really matter?