Finding Our Adventure

Timehop informs me that 6 years ago was THE day.

The day I started my morning 6 stories up watching the sun rise above the treetops that grazed our suddenly very empty party patio…. I hugged all the doors, I took one last quick soak in my beloved big pink tub, did a touch of early a.m. day drinking (thank you for being a friend, mimosa,) and made sure the pads were secure in the elevators as I buzzed the movers in to the lobby.

Then in a blink, a drive, a long ass day, suddenly I was taking my dog for our first walk along the miles of trails crisscrossing the wide-open-spaces of our new berg, watching my toddler giggling at the goats on “weed patrol” in the fields, holding hands with the grandparents who were now his very close neighbors as the sun set behind the (now much closer) rocky mountains.

I can’t say it felt like “home” right then, and it felt like FAR from the safe choice to me that day. Watching Jr tentatively eyeing the insanely large expanse of manicured sports field at the park with much reservation, all I could think was “same, Kiddo… same.”

There have been some fairly hilarious adjustment pains, and (for me) moments of flat out regret. But we found our footing, and our little family has flourished here.

Mid-call with my East-coast-based boss today, I got a text from my parents sharing some pictures from the 1st grade family picnic at Jr’s school today. How lucky we are to be able to say that.

And since I am writing this over happy hour ceviche at Big Mac and Little Lu’s, I guess I haven’t wasted away in a sea of horrific chain restaurant mediocrity.

And maybe some of it is me knowing that I have a handful of lunch spots with great food and people and wifi, but it is so much more. We love our neighbors and the friends we have made and watching Jr striving and learning and growing along with our town – the same way that I guess I did when I was growing up here.

For our family, this is home now.

The road spreads out towards places we all love in many directions – only one of which is the city where so many firsts happened in our story. 6 years later all of the other spokes stretch out, leading to the years of stories our life has revealed since then, and just as I hoped so very hard those years ago – they have been amazing as well.

I have stopped making “never will I ever” statements, for the most part.

The adventure, as I have learned to love, is in making it up as you go along.

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