I've been using the hashtag #themountainsarecalling since before my move to the mountains. I really did feel them calling me. Every time I looked for a new place to live, I felt the call to leave the city and move to the mountains.
I've heard it said before, those who are born in the mountains always feel an inexplicable call back.. and ultimately end up being pulled to the mountains. In my experience, I'm now on the side of agreeing to this statement. (Though growing up, I didn't think it was true! Even after moving and living in several states.. I've still found myself not only back in my home state, but deeper in the mountains.)
Perhaps it's the quartz content in the mountains that creates the magnetic pull, maybe it's found in research that explains the link between introverts choosing a mountainous terrain over any other type.. Whatever it is, the mountains called, I answered and the mountains are my new home.
I followed my intuition that led me here.. and even through the hardships, I know this is where I'm meant to be.
So far, mountain living has had it's many challenges and triumphs. I'm not that far from civilization, but if there is a power outage, I will have no cell service or communication whatsoever, unless I want to trek into town. I have very few neighbors to go to for help other than a small dairy farm near by.
Living in the mountains has taught me to be incredibly strategic with my recourses. I get to town for grocery shopping and wood pick ups once a week. And I really have to plan my shopping lists so that I don't need to go back for anything I forgot. I really only come into face to face contact with people once a week on my trips to the city.
Some nights it's very cold, and I have to get up at odd hours to make fires. With the winter setting in, the days are extremely short and dark... and sometimes I get freaked out that I might run out of wood or propane to heat my home.
It is also extremely silent up here... With the majority of the birds gone for winter, and the leaves fallen from the trees, the silence can be deafening, though you can hear an occasional car on the road near by.
Please don't get me wrong here.. I love all of these "problems." Because these are exactly the issues I want to be facing right now. If I had any choice in my problems, these are the ones I would choose again and again.
Last year I was battling with pollution, and the city's thick inversion layer. I was struggling with fake people and false friends. I was trying to feel stable and sane among the collective stress of the city. And it was always so damn loud with people, cars and sirens.
Sometimes I need to remind myself that I answered the mountain's call,.. even when it is colder, quieter and scarier than I expected.
Because the mountains are scary. The mountains are unpredictable. The mountains are cold. The mountains are quiet. The mountains are adventurous. The mountains are beautiful. The mountains are mysterious. The mountains are magical. The mountains are home.
When the mountains call... would you answer?