I woke up to 2 inches of snow this morning. I'm sick of snow. Bozeman has 9 months of winter, and being a cyclist is tough. If a cyclist doesn't ski, he/she loses fitness over the winter. Every time I go down a hill on a pair of ski's I look more like a breakdancer OD'ing on cocaine and redbull than a skier. Same holds true for snowboarding, only my wrists and neck come out in worse shape.
This is coupled with another issue: The Woman.
She is moving back in with her parents 350 miles in Kalispell because they are buying her a business. She has no intention of moving back here. I hate Kalispell. Ever since I've been with her (6.5 years) I have told her that I will never live in Kalispell as long as I am on this earth. Of recent, I have also been telling her that if I ever move, it will be out of this rotten cold state to somewhere more "outdoor friendly". Adding to the heap is the fact that her parents HATE me. Like, full on, no holds barred, hate.
She leaves next week with the full knowledge that I would rather move to the slums of Honduras than Kalispell. The main reason I haven't moved out of state yet was due to her. I would have left LONG ago if I had known she would "abandon" me like this.
Is this a hint?