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A year ago today, I arrived in a snow storm at 9,000 feet after dark to my temporary living space in on Shadow Mountain in Colorado. I was tired and sick and hangry and incredibly emotional. We made it.

 Now what?

 This past year has gone by like a blur, but there are so many incredible moments that I was able to truly savor that it also feels like this place has always been my home.

 Home.

 Everything that I expected to experience I did:
Loneliness - 9,000 feet up a mountain with just a dog is LONELY
Sadness - missing my network of people, my go to's
Excitement - new places to see and experience
Fear - stepping outside of my comfort zone daily to get used to this new life
Awe - this place, well, it's stunning
Confidence - finding my place here and doing it solo has been everything I needed

 I am thankful for every tear and every smile and every "AH HA!" moment. For the times I sat on my floor with my arms around Brucey's neck in tears. For every time I sat stunned by this big, beautiful place which constantly reminds me that we really are but a moment. I am thankful for my network of friends that have lifted me up, come to visit and been my cheerleaders when I needed it most.

 I took a massive leap of faith to come out here, but believed in my heart that it would be worth it and oh, has it been! More than I could have imagined. I've been able to spend this last often VERY uncomfortable year steadying myself. Most importantly, though, I've been truly finding myself for the first time - falling in love not just with Colorado, but Helen. 

 I'm steady...now it's time to GROW. Here's to another year of ups and downs and adventures!






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