It’s been a long time coming. My wife and I met in 1999 and I’ve been making the trip to Wyoming a couple times a year since. It must have been that second or third year when I realized that one day I wanted to call Wyoming home.
But like anyone else, there are a million things that we needed to fall into place for such a monumental move to actually become reality.
The path wasn’t what I expected, or wanted, but in the end we made it here. My father-in-law passed away earlier this year just a few short months after we decided to make the move. He was an unbelievably impressive man, quiet and calculated. A listener, observer, and passionate unlike most people I know. He will be missed greatly.
And now we’re here.
A new beginning
My wife and I have been urbanites since 1997. We both found our way to Las Vegas after college. We started our family there and now have two young boys. Giving them a chance at the perfect childhood is a big reason why the call of Wyoming resonated so loudly.
We both grew up in small towns and moving back to Buffalo, the small northern Wyoming town where my wife grew up, was something we knew would put them on a path similar to our own.
The city was starting to feel crowded, go figure, and breathing room seemed to be something we both craved more and more.
Now we’re here and things are settling nicely. I feel more creative than I have in a decade. My wife is working just a few days a month. The boys are both comfortable in their new schools. And we see family on a daily basis.
This is truly a new beginning for us but strangely comfortable.
There’s work to be done
It’s hard to relax too much though. I wanted to leave the city a decade ago but logistically it wasn’t in the cards. It’s taken us more than 7 years to unravel the countless ties and obligations we had in the city.
For a few years now, I’ve had this very strong inner voice telling me to get back to nature. I’m an avid hiker and fisherman and I suspect my inner voice is simply asking for more. It makes sense really.
On our yearly trips to Wyoming I’ve always drawn strong emotions from the historical homesteads that are scattered throughout the small communities here. Most are still functioning as family homesteads with main houses, bunkhouses, barns, shops, gardens and amazing wood and stone craftsmanship.
I want to have that life.
It feels liberating to know that all of the things I’ve been daydreaming about, visualizing over the years, are actually possible here.
We have friends here in Wyoming that are living in homes build in the 1800s. They raise pigs, cows, chickens. They grow gardens and preserve their harvest to put up what they need for winter.
It’s nothing special. It’s just life in Wyoming, lived as it has been for generations without all the modern conveniences. It’s honest and earned with hard work and deliberate effort. It’s the life I’ve wanted to create for my family.
So today I find myself in the home office shooting off emails to businesses I’d like to work work with and knowing that to them it’s just an unsolicited pitch. But to me, it’s the beginning of this new life in Wyoming. The clients we forge relationships with from this day forward – and the ones we currently work with I suppose – will be directly sponsoring my new life here in Wyoming.
Every client, every dollar of revenue, every project, every human connection will be in some way responsible for me being able to live here and support my family in the very way I was wishing I could for the last 10 years.
Today, it’s a reality and that means the world to me. It’s been a decade in the making but we now call Wyoming home. Life here is just as we had hoped and we look to each day with a sense of excitement and an anticipation for the unknown. So if you’re reading this, you too, are helping me live my dream. Thank you for that.