Peezy in Montana Part 1

It is hard to talk about moving. We love it here.

Ironically, thinking about it takes me back to when I moved here a little less than seven years ago. At that time, I was content with my job at Walgreens. I was in my mid-twenties at my parents’ house helping with groceries and toiletries. I had not a worry in the world.

Then on April 4, 2012, (seven years ago and a few days) out of the blue, an old friend who I thought was a gorgeous girl from Tennessee sent me a Facebook message saying “Hey Peezy!”

Well, first off, she wasn’t from Tennessee. She was from a small town in Montana. S...