When I first moved to Missoula for college, I was scared to leave the dorm parking lot.
I came from a small town with one stoplight. So to me, this city seemed huge, and I was terrified of getting lost.
As the weeks went by, I got braver. I ventured to the mall, and then to the movie theater, and even into some of the neighborhoods where my off-campus friends lived
Photo by Brooke Andrus
All good things must come to an end. I always knew that I would have to leave Missoula eventually, but I can’t believe that the time has really come to pack up and hit the road. I have a feeling that it won’t sink in until I’m hundreds of miles away from Zoo Town and unable to satisfy my craving for a banana-chocolate milkshake from Big Dipper, or a carne asada burrito from