If you haven’t read The Cure For Everything Pt. 1 I’d highly recommend hopping on over to that post before reading this otherwise you’ll run the risk of being very confused.
So Colorado. I’ll forever be grateful that I made the move there. I left the comfort and security of my home and of my school. It was my first time going somewhere completely on my own and it was the first truly drastic change in my life.
Because I started this blog in an effort to be totally transparent about my life I could give you the list of reasons why I moved to Colorado. The one that I rattled to my professors and to my parents and friends. But the truth is that I followed a boy there. A boy that I was madly in love with and I didn’t want to have a long distance relationship with because I couldn’t stand being without him for even a day.
So I got an internship. One that I loved, and I found a job, which had it’s downsides but also holds a special place in my heart. I packed up my sedan and I drove it to Denver. Actually, I flew there because I wanted to go home for my sister’s high school graduation before I moved out there. So the boy drove my car.
Honestly, I was the unhappiest I had ever been in my life during the three months I spent in Colorado. Most nights I spent crying myself to sleep. My anxiety was through the roof and I was in the darkest place I could imagine. I wouldn’t have wished that feeling on my worst enemy. But every single day I’m happy that I made the choice to go. I’m thankful for the relationships I forged and the experiences I had. I’m thankful that I got to experience for myself what a walk in the mountains could do. Because that was also the time I felt most free.
Even during my darkest days I found light at the top of a mountain. And I knew that if I could just make it to the top I would have the best views. I would be able to clear my mind. I’d have a new perspective. Some people have their best ideas when they’re in the shower. I have mine when I’m in the mountains. I wouldn’t trade it for the world.