Leaving a life you love is not for the faint of heart. Life in Denver was bittersweet, I lived some of the most trying years of my life while I was there. The biggest losses were felt in that city, it was sweet, nonetheless. I met people there that I love deeply, people that inspired me to be courageous when courage was exactly what I needed to get out of bed. Friends that called me on my darkest days to show me light. A poet once wrote about Denver, "when the air is thinner, it makes your heart bigger." My heart is identifiably bigger today than it was the when I drove into town. I am thankful that I have come far enough to see the sweetness of that part of my life, even when there was so much sadness. Denver was a refuge for me, I will be forever thankful.
The decision to leave was in response to a sometimes small, sometimes loud voice that has been pushing me to explore ever since I had a drivers license. "Go on an adventure," my heart would say. Last fall, when all other things failed, I started listening to my heart, I made up my mind before any pesky details could derail me. I would leave in the spring, I decided. I told everyone that would listen what my plans were, so I couldn't back out. I started making "To Do" lists, and freaked out more than a few times, I started tackling the "To Do" lists, and many trips were made to Goodwill. Promises were made to people that I would start a blog (Hey there, Mom!), I bought my very first RV, ever(!!!), I talked and talked about "my trip", I learned how to tow (thanks Kevin). Before I knew it, spring was here and my things were in storage. I was saying goodbye to Denver, and all the wonderful parts of my life that would have to be left behind for my adventure.
When you take a leap this big, sometimes you don't know exactly where or when you will land. After only a little over a week "on the road", I can't say that I have landed yet. I'll let you know when I do, and where my heart takes me in between here and there.
XO, Jessie (& Mags)