journey woman

This blog is coming to you straight from Denver! Today I moved into my new home after spending last night in Boulder with friends, which among other things served to prolong my exhaustion from a week of stomach flu-ing, saying goodbye to my fellow Mariposans and driving several thousand miles in a heavily weighed down Honda that refused to let me drive over 60 mph.


Over all, I can say that my trip out here was a complete success. I literally spent most of my drive giddy over the incredible views that awaited me around every corner and the energy cketing my life out into unknown territory and adventure. I drove 11 hours the first day, from Mariposa to Mesquite, NV, a charming little casino town cloudy with cigarette smoke and buzzing with fancy old women gambling at six in the morning. I woke up early and spent a whopping 15 hours driving on day two from Nevada to Colorado. Every moment of my drive was quite enjoyable until the last few hours during which God decided to switch things up on me a bit. My warm, sunny and dry drive through the desert and snow dusted hills almost instantly turned into a painfully slow creep up and down steep Rocky Mountain summits on a road that was either black with ice or a lineless white platform shooting straight down. And while I was driving slowly and with much caution, the horribly inconsiderate 18-wheelers all around me did not seem to be so phased by the roads, and continually shot past me on both sides. Apparently I am was the only person on the road concerned with the absolute inablitly to identify a lane. I decided to top off the night by getting lost and sidetracked onto two different freeways, touring myself throughout the Denver area on a snowy evening. Alas, fifteen hours and two granola bars in, I arrived to my wonderful family of friends in Boulder.

I spent today moving into my new home in Denver and chit chatting with my new roomies, a family of four who I am finding to be more incredible every time I come in contact with them. And now that the daunting task of hanging up my clothes is over, I am at peace in this place and so beyond eager to see what is here that is worthy of the huge fuss God ruffled into my life to plant me in Denver.