back to your roots.

Not hair roots, your family roots. :) Where you grew up, where you made all the memories that you'll think about often as you grow older. At least I do, especially when I go back to visit.
And so that brings me to the question... who the hell am I in Montana?! I don't know. Two years after moving here, I'm still wondering why I did it. I suppose if my relationship circumstances were better, I would say, I did it for love and I've never regretted it. But I've never felt that way. I regret it, a lot.
The thing is... I'm not quite sure how to get myself out of this moving to Montana pickle yet... Said husband stated he would not over out of Montana under any circumstances. I could go alone, but thats against the laws of the Catholic Church. I guess I could be married and live in a different state than my spouse.
I like the amenities of a "city" or large town. You can get whatever you need that day. You don't have to a make a list for our big shopping trip to another town.
And I have thought about moving to a smaller town in Montana, but that means lower wages and still not close enough to my family. Oh, and small town gossip! How could I forget.
I'm just so lost... I just know that something needs to change and I think that so many factors are playing a part in my hating this life right now... lack of close friends, inlaws, marriage blahs, unhappy at job....
I guess I should just pray about it, but I'm so lacking in the patience department.