I love snowy mountains. I am in awe of their hugeness and gloriousness. Yeah there are mountains in NH, but not super close to where I lived, so I was never really around them constantly. And out here in the valley, we are between some pretty mountains, but they aren’t the huuuuuge, towering, amazing kind. Going up to the mountains as a kid to ski was always so exciting for me and my yearly trips out to Utah to visit my family, where we’d go camping and hiking through giant snow-capped mountains in the summers and skiing down them in the winters…loved that so much. And when I went to Austria and skiied through a whiteout in the Alps…ridiculous. Driving out west, through the Rockies in Colorado especially, I just felt in amazement at them and decided that I really love being surrounded by them. Except really I decided that whilst living amongst the Southern Alps in New Zealand…I was simply reminded of my mountain love on our road trip (and every time I see a picture of these pretty things). I just really am meant to live in New Zealand, where it’s mostly always warm and definitely always awesome and I can be playing on the beach or hiking in a rainforest or hangin by a lake and be surrounded by beautiful monstrous mountains wherever I am. That place is just the best, okay?!

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