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3 Months a "Colorado Girl"

The first time I came to Colorado was in the Summer of 2010. I have this awesome memory of standing at the base of Maroon Bells in Aspen watching the sunset and being in awe of how stunningly, breathtakingly beautiful this place was. I was this small creature in this vast space and I was in love.

Colorado has a way of doing that...making me feel small and almost insignificant in the grand scheme of things. And that's no easy feat since I'm no tiny person!

Today marks 3 months since arriving in Colorado. 3 months since I left Georgia, my friends and everything that was comfortable for me to start another chapter in this little book of Helen. It has been exactly what I expected: amazing and scary and lonely and sad and invigorating and liberating and frustrating. 

I knew moving here would force me into being alone. At times, that loneliness is crushing. And it hits at the weirdest times. Like, driving in the car cursing the fact that they don't make "slush" tires because these expensive ass snow tires don't do slush...and then I'll have a memory of a time with one of my sweet friends and the tears will start flowing. The other night I wanted to pack my shit and come HOME. But I'm a grown up and grown ups have responsibilities. I also know that doing so wouldn't be well received by my uber supportive friends who would literally all kick my ass <--more motivating than the adult bullshit. I also had to remind myself that I AM home. Colorado is home. 

I found an apartment in Lakewood and will move in a couple of weeks, finally unpacking all the boxes that have been sitting in the garage of this fantastic house I've had the privilege of staying in. I can't wait to be settled in my first apartment with no roommates or hookups from people doing me a favor (better at 33 than never!)! I'm also scared shitless! My job has restored my love for this industry and working in small business...I am so happy to finally feel a part of something again AND to be valued for it! I have plans for day trips to hike and bike and weekend trips to places like Moab which are in driving distance! I'm slowly (v-e-r-y slowly) meeting people including a nice guy who seems to really like me! Brucey has acclimated perfectly and easily...that guy rocks!

 So. Here I am. Living in Colorado with no regrets for moving. A little melancholy for all I've left behind. And excitement for all that lies before me. It still isn't easy, but it's worth it!
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