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. Soon enough I learned about this young lady through texts, phone calls, and Skype calls. We soon fell in love with each other. We talked. We dreamed. We fell asleep with our cell phones in hand. Thankfully we didn’t go over our minutes due to Straight Talk’s Unlimited Calls and Text plan.

It was only a month or so that I thought I could marry this beautiful woman. And we were both serious. Often, single or dating people talk about marrying each other and don’t mean it. But I meant it and I was pretty sure she meant it as well.

Eventually, I had devised a plan. Included in this plan was her father, mother, and sister. I was going to move surprise my soon to be fiancé by moving from suburban Chicago to Northeastern Montana. I packed up my room; which was a true bachelor’s paradise for a Christ-following musician.

I remember pulling an all-nighter my last night in Chicago and thinking, I don’t know what’s on the other side. I knew that per our conversations Montana was more ideal cost-wise to start a family.

The secret of my flying out to Montana had remained a secret for over a month. Susan had no clue that I was coming to Malta and not only visiting as she had done with her friends to my beloved hometown; I was coming to stay.

I remember being super tired but determined to not get caught until I was close enough to hug her. Her parents, sister, niece, and nephews distracted her, and I snuck up behind her at the airport in Billings. I don’t even remember my first words to her, but I remember being relieved that she was legitimately excited to see me.

I had no clue that Malta would be so far away from the airport! As my soon to be father-in-law drove us and Susan’s cousin back to Malta, I had realized that we were going to be on the road for a long time.

Despite being so far away from a lot of things, I must say that I am proud to have called Malta my home. I may continue this story for a couple of more weeks.