I understand this. I grew up in the Bitterroot Valley and came close to buying a home in Helena - a converted church, no less - a couple of years ago. Like you, I’ll always have a deep love of Big Sky country and, like you, I am saddened by the shift I see back home. Have things changed or have I? Maybe a little of both. Or maybe a lot. I’m holding you both close as you explore this world together.
Tyler, this hit home for me. Pun intended. As an immigrant for the last 25 years, the idea of home has shifted and reshaped dramatically, and will continue to as we and the world around us evolve, whether we feel it’s for the better or worse.
The one constant is love. It is the beacon that calls us to the time, place or person where we feel safe and happy, where we matter - home.
Best of luck to you and Sarah! May you find a home at every stop on your journey! Being the poet of love, I don’t think you will have any trouble with that.
Home is where the heart is? One can have many homes, as you said - you'll probably alway have a home in Helena. I have lived in 4 states, 9 cities, 16 houses. Home has become a state of mind. I envy long marriages, deep roots imbedded in a single home of memories, but I also have experienced complacency that leads to ruins in ones marriage and homes.. Each time I found a new city, new house, or new relationship I thought I was finally home, but no, it still eludes me. I think I am slowly learning that it is a state of mind. Bringing myself along, gypsy-like to the next show and I sorta like me. Know this Tyler, wherever you are you get to bring you along and you can always up and leave if if doesn't spark your soul like you thought it would. There's not one perfect place. Besides, you have Sarah next to you. You two could live under a rock and you'd thrive because you share the same soul. I look forward to watching your journey unfold.
This is so everything to me right now. From years of emotional abuse in my marriage to being in a relationship with a woman I love, the last couple years have been redefining. I’m redefining home everyday and rebranding divorce like it’s my calling. Home used to be a mama and a papa and a mighty little River. Then home was a mama and a papa in separate rooms and a mighty little River. Now home is a mama and a mighty little River. At the same time, in another home, a papa and a mighty little River. And even more so now, Home is her. She is everything. She is the home I never knew I needed. I will carry her with me from here on forever, no matter what life throws at us, which life has shown it has no limits, she will be the home in my heart that I never knew I needed.
This is incredibly beautiful!! I really like your viewpoint that we have multiple homes in our heart, I hadn’t considered that before. At 23 years old, I haven’t experienced the freedom of my own home yet. And having spent lots of time in abusive relationships, the only definition of home I ever dreamed of was one outside the relative “safety” of my bedroom. Now, the only physical thing that matters to me is a garden. A place to pour all of my love and tenderness into helping things thrive and grow. I want to spend hours in the garden, and only go in when the sun is down and I’m covered in dirt. That will be home to me.
I understand this. I grew up in the Bitterroot Valley and came close to buying a home in Helena - a converted church, no less - a couple of years ago. Like you, I’ll always have a deep love of Big Sky country and, like you, I am saddened by the shift I see back home. Have things changed or have I? Maybe a little of both. Or maybe a lot. I’m holding you both close as you explore this world together.
Tyler, this hit home for me. Pun intended. As an immigrant for the last 25 years, the idea of home has shifted and reshaped dramatically, and will continue to as we and the world around us evolve, whether we feel it’s for the better or worse.
The one constant is love. It is the beacon that calls us to the time, place or person where we feel safe and happy, where we matter - home.
Best of luck to you and Sarah! May you find a home at every stop on your journey! Being the poet of love, I don’t think you will have any trouble with that.
Home is where the heart is? One can have many homes, as you said - you'll probably alway have a home in Helena. I have lived in 4 states, 9 cities, 16 houses. Home has become a state of mind. I envy long marriages, deep roots imbedded in a single home of memories, but I also have experienced complacency that leads to ruins in ones marriage and homes.. Each time I found a new city, new house, or new relationship I thought I was finally home, but no, it still eludes me. I think I am slowly learning that it is a state of mind. Bringing myself along, gypsy-like to the next show and I sorta like me. Know this Tyler, wherever you are you get to bring you along and you can always up and leave if if doesn't spark your soul like you thought it would. There's not one perfect place. Besides, you have Sarah next to you. You two could live under a rock and you'd thrive because you share the same soul. I look forward to watching your journey unfold.
This is so everything to me right now. From years of emotional abuse in my marriage to being in a relationship with a woman I love, the last couple years have been redefining. I’m redefining home everyday and rebranding divorce like it’s my calling. Home used to be a mama and a papa and a mighty little River. Then home was a mama and a papa in separate rooms and a mighty little River. Now home is a mama and a mighty little River. At the same time, in another home, a papa and a mighty little River. And even more so now, Home is her. She is everything. She is the home I never knew I needed. I will carry her with me from here on forever, no matter what life throws at us, which life has shown it has no limits, she will be the home in my heart that I never knew I needed.
This is so accurate ❤️
This is incredibly beautiful!! I really like your viewpoint that we have multiple homes in our heart, I hadn’t considered that before. At 23 years old, I haven’t experienced the freedom of my own home yet. And having spent lots of time in abusive relationships, the only definition of home I ever dreamed of was one outside the relative “safety” of my bedroom. Now, the only physical thing that matters to me is a garden. A place to pour all of my love and tenderness into helping things thrive and grow. I want to spend hours in the garden, and only go in when the sun is down and I’m covered in dirt. That will be home to me.