Nostalgia is Fine, But the Midwest is Mine

Three years ago today, we arrived in Rapid City. Happy Dakotaversary to us.

Three years, man. It doesn’t even seem possible. There’s a cliche about time passing in the blink of an eye, but I swear, living here still feels like a novelty. The newness has yet to wear off, and I have no idea why. Growing up an Air Force brat, we never lived in any one place longer than three years. By the time that 36th month rolled around, everything felt like old hat.

And yet, it feels like just yesterday that we rolled into town, excited and exhausted after three days on the road. 1,250 miles in the slow lane, Tara and I forming a mini caravan consisting of a U-Haul filled with all our worldly possessions, towing my Mazda, and a pickup truck with a cat recovering from a mysterious illness. We had walkie-talkies and assigned each other racy call signs. We ate gas station jerky and listened to hours’ worth of road tunes and Tara had a come-apart in the middle of Montana after 48 hours with little sleep, and yet, it was all a grand adventure I look back upon with nothing but fondness today. We had rolled the dice, quit our jobs, and were headed into the great unknown. A brand new life awaited us, and I probably should have been scared to death, but I never was. I had confidence that everything would work out…and boy, has it. More than I ever could have expected.

It kinda feels like we got out of Portland just in time, too. The city has changed a lot since we left, and not for the better. Everybody tells me constantly how lucky we are to have escaped. From the protests and the crime and the traffic and the homeless camps and the high cost of living.

I am amazed at how little I actually miss about the place. Family, obviously. Shanahan’s (our favorite divey Irish pub). Rain is nice…we don’t get nearly enough of that out here. Being 100 minutes from the Pacific Ocean was cool. The music scene was awesome; I’ve lost track of how many up-and-coming and/or never-coming-up-but-still-fun indie bands we got to see in intimate clubs over the years.

I feel nostalgia sometimes, but I don’t miss it. There is no way I would trade in this life for that one. Not even counting our beautiful house and great jobs and easy access to the beauty and opportunity the Black Hills provide, I am a midwesterner at heart, and this place will mark the final chapters of my life. For the record: I hope there’s a lot of book left to read still.

Tonight, we went out to dinner to celebrate our South Dakota anniversary. Driving home, I was amazed once again by the sheer beauty of this place. We were treated to rain, thunder, lightning, rainbows, and a sunset…all rolled into one.

Life is good. If we hadn’t taken a huge gamble, we’d have missed out on so very much.

Don’t be afraid of the unknown. Embrace it. You might just be surprised by how wonderfully things turn out.



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26 replies

  1. Change can be terrifying, but oh so rewarding.
    ❣️

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  2. Your paragraph describing the drive to your new state pretty much describes our move from Montana to Minnesota, down to the walkie-talkies. We didn’t come apart because our U-Haul wasn’t towing a vehicle (I was driving our only vehicle) but that would happen years later (also in Montana) on one of our early trips with the Bobbie. Our drive through NoDakistan was particularly harrowing, with wicked crosswinds. I was zipping along in my car, completely oblivious, while the husband sweated bullets and swore up a storm every time the wind pushed the U-Haul sideways, which was quite often, apparently. We laugh now, but…

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    • Your poor husband! At one point, Tara took a wrong turn just outside of Billings and was headed for Bismarck. “Wrong Dakota, babe!” I shouted into the walkie-talkie, but she had to drive five miles to find an exit where she could turn around. Ahh…memories.

      NoDakistan…ha!

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      • We almost got separated in the Minneapolis suburbs during rush hour. Stressful! (This was in the time before cell phones. If we had lost each other, I think we’d still be trying to find each other today!)

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  3. So glad it has all worked out! It’s been fun to see all the sights through your eyes.

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  4. I’m glad that things worked out so well for you. You had the right attitude about your move, so how could it not? Happy Dakotaversary!

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  5. I went to 6 different schools before high school. I’ve now lived in my current house longer than I lived in certain states! It’s nice to put down roots, isn’t it?

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  6. Well timed post Mark. My daughter is finally on her way to Colorado on Monday and the story of your drive will be much like what she faces I think! I am oh so happy that she can finally get settled and begin this part of her life. Gamble or great opportunity…sometimes it’s all about attitude!

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  7. So happy for you two! We lived in N. Dakota for four years and fell in love with the area and the people. Quite a culture shock, having moved from Texas, but it was a good move for us.

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  8. That’s awesome. I’m glad you guys are still loving it, and it still feels new.

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  9. Love the photos! Glad your move has worked out so well

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  10. I love this. I’m so happy for both of you; there’s nothing good in life that isn’t worth a bit of a gamble.

    I’ve never been to Portland, but it WAS on my travel list. That is before the past few years; I now have zero desire to visit that area for the reasons you’ve mentioned.

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  11. Happy Dakotaversary! I can totaly relate as I moved to L.A. without a job lined up. Every other time I’ve been unemployed it’s taken me a good year and countless interviews to finally land a job. It only took 9 days and interviews at 2 companies. The second company hired me on the spot and I attended my first meeting that night. I was down to my last $11 and my hair dryer had died so my new boss gave me one so I could look decent for work. I am still amazed at how that leap of faith worked out.

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