Cowboy came out here from Portland to visit, get away from the boring Portland life, and to help celebrate my anniversary. He's been here since February 28th & I just dropped him off at the airport. He didn't want to go back to the west coast. I didn't want him to go back. I am losing my best friend all over again. But it is for the best. He needs to establish himself a more firm base before he comes back out here. Sinatra did not lie when he said "If I can make it there, I can make it anywhere...". It's hard here. So many of us struggle to find a job, nevermind find one that pays you what you are actually worth & enough to live. So many of us work two or three jobs to survive. And, we have a foundation. His foundation is in Portland. I feel so sad & empty but, again, it is for the best.
He'll be back. I know he will. And it will be even better next time.
Ride safely, Cowboy. We'll be waiting for your horse to mosey on this way again soon.
