Mountain Dweller


Here to bring light to the issues that people sweep under rugs to bring healing to those who can't find their own words for their experiences and to promote change through individuality. 

Reach and You Shall Receive

About 45 minutes into my drive out of Alpine, Wyoming headed back for Utah, I received a voicemail from a Montana number; due to driving the quieter route, my cell service had proven to be spotty and I was slightly relieved that the call had not come through (I hate picking up random, unknown numbers). Playing the voicemail, it was a woman calling from Big Sky Resort about the position I had applied for...two days ago. So, just to give some background here, I have applied to over +80 jobs since March 4th and received only two calls which turned out to be recruiting agencies; even breweries in Colorado were not responding to my hand-written emails of interest. Two days before deciding exactly when to physically leave Wyoming, I decided on a whim to look at some job openings based in Bozeman and Big Sky, Montana. 

Calling them back as soon as I had reliable service, we made an appointment for a Skype interview for Tuesday, March 28th and I excitedly put all my eggs into that basket. Then another Big Sky based company reached out to me, which turned into an hour long phone interview and eventually put me through onto the next round. WHAT? How, after almost a month of so many applications and hearing nothing, was I suddenly hearing from Montana? I could dive into the weird list of how the universe seriously said "hey wake up, this is where you need to be" but I think I'd rather marvel in remembering the moment I handed it all over so that I could be guided. 

I hate asking for help. I am stubborn as hell and it's a sign of weakness as cliche is that comes off. The piece written earlier on "surrendering" was my acceptance in admitting that I needed help. I had rushed up to Wyoming with the mindset of knowing how hard it was going to be but how worth it. Looking back even just this little ways out, I'm coming to more of an understanding that I just needed to gain some independence from Park City, from "home". I had figured out how to make it work up there for the past three years and it was scary leaving that behind to go do it all over again. 

The month in Wyoming was spent more along the Snake River Canyon than the Tetons themselves and Alpine still remains on my list of "Where My Ashes Shall Need To Be Spread"; I learned a lot about myself in a short amount of time. From sobbing my whole drive up the canyon to Jackson every morning for work to sitting in my car outside of the Jackson Animal Hospital on the phone with my parents, cursing the damn world and swearing that I just needed to get out of the mountain towns altogether, I figured out where my happiness flourished and what purpose I was really longing for. 

There were some opportunities that came along that naturally fell through, like a job in Ogden that I felt in my heart I couldn't take or the freelance photographer position based in Southern Utah that would let me live out my little dream of being a desert dirt child. I was split between two different lifestyles and yeah, yes, I totally let the job take over for now. Someone once told me, "if you leave now, it'll be harder to come back in the future, find the balance instead". 

On March 27th, after completing an hour-long Skype interview with Big Sky Resorts, I was contacted less than two hours later with an extended job offer for a full time, year round position with the HR Team. We are due to be in Montana by April 9th (lucky number 9, hey hey). 

In the meantime, Zuke and I are headed down to Moab to go get our desert fill before we return to Old Man Winter up north. If you're in the area, get in contact! 

On the road again.......