From Idaho to Washington

I moved to Idaho when I was 6 years old. Since then, I've known I wanted to leave. It wasn't ever something Idaho did. Its rolling hills and vast mountains definitely hold beauty in them. I just never saw myself growing old there. Finding a job after college in a different state felt like the perfect opportunity to move. So, my husband -a born and raised Idahoan- and I packed up our dog, all of our belongings, and moved the 7 hours crossing two state lines to Washington. The move was something I was looking forward to but I found myself looking back once the journey had started. We were leaving all of our friends and family in Idaho and moving somewhere neither of us had ever been. These photos encapsulate the internal struggles I felt along the way, as I was looking for any form of familiarity to bring me comfort as we distanced ourselves. The bugs, glare, and an unfixed crack in the windshield challenge my abilities to use my immediate surrounding and the imperfections in life that we are constantly challenged with, particularly when making large life changes.