A year ago today, and maybe even at this very moment, I had landed in Colorado for the very first time and as a matter of fact, if I remember correctly, Erik and I were probably eating Sonic (also for the very first time).
My life has never been the same.
Here I sit in my corner office, nestled in the Rocky Mountains. The first time I set foot on this property, I felt like I was coming home. I don’t think I’ve ever wanted anything as bad in my whole life, not even my marriage. (Side note: I don’t feel bad writing that because I’m pretty sure I said that out loud to Erik once, and even though he didn’t say so, I think he agreed.) I have never felt more fulfilled, more like an integral member of a team, more respected and genuinely cared for. I’ve never felt so certain that my work matters, nor have I ever felt the need to say work rather than job.
I can run now! I learned to run up here and am on my fourth 5k. Just today at lunch I climbed 468 feet in 13 minutes. Yeah, I know that’s slow and all, but you try starting at an elevation of 8,000 feet and climbing another 400 – it’s probably not as easy as it sounds.
My commute is roughly 10-15 minutes of scenery and wildlife, compared with 25-30 minutes of sheer terror.
We have elk, deer and bunnies in our yard, compared with the asphalt, dog poop and traffic we had in Marlborough.
We even have a kitchen table that we get to eat at every night! Our three bedroom apartment costs only $125 more than we were paying for one bedroom in Massachusetts.
I just don’t think I’ve ever been this happy. I just can’t remember having ever been this happy. Starting over is truly not as scary as people make it out to be.