Picture this, you’re sitting on the beach, skipping rocks into the ocean, the smell of evergreens fill the air. The beautiful, lush, green scenery surrounds you but 1200 miles away and it’s 2 degrees out with a windchill that’s making it feel like -15 degrees. There’s snow blowing and as soon as you step outside you can feel the cold seep into your lungs, making every breath painful. The only water to be found is under eight inches of ice. Now this where we are but how the hell did I end up here?
It started in the summer of 2015, fresh out of high school, I made a three day trek to the beautiful black hills. Not quite sure why I’m here but anything seemed better than being trapped on an island. There was nothing but highway and just like the Dixie Chicks said…
“She needs wide open spaces
Room to make her big mistakes
She needs new faces
She knows the high stakes.”
Little did I know how much I NEEDED the black hills and the open roads. As much as I missed my parents and the island, I needed to be on my own. This is where my journey started and four years later, I’m still here. I originally came out for a higher education, however I learned more through life experiences than I would have at any college.
Even though the winters can be harsh and the summers are hot, the black hills are still heaven on earth. And I don’t plan on going anywhere else any time soon.
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