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My home is the city of Pocatello, tucked away in the southeast corner of Idaho. Interstate 15 runs through Pocatello, so it is a common stopping area for travelers. I’ve lived there my whole life and never really thought much of the place. Actually, as my high school years peeled away I grew to resent the place more and more. Thoughts of life outside Pocatello constantly fascinated me. Pocatello always seemed like a harness on my creativity and potential as a human being.
In the fall of ’06 I moved here to Bozeman, and it was like a culture shock. This place is nothing like Pocatello, and I loved it. The culture here is amazing. There is stuff to do, places to see, and the people are unlike any I’ve ever met. Not to mention the skiing is pretty amazing as well. I love the fact that the outdoors draw so many people to live here. There is a common, unspoken bond between everybody.
I guess I’m not being entirely fair to my hometown. As a matter of fact, after I lived here in Bozeman for a while, my visits home changed my perspective about Pocatello. The entire town looked different. A new magical element had been implemented. I felt like the new kid in town. Pocatello now looked like a place of wonder, where I could do anything I wanted.