Denver isn't my forever place, but I'm still so sad to be leaving. As I was rocking Greta to sleep, I looked around and realized how much I have loved having my own space. I love the paint colors. I love our wood floors. I love the amount of storage space we have here. I love playing in the pool with Holly. I really do like my kitchen. I love our big windows. I had so many dreams for this little place of ours. SO many. Honestly, my mind is brimming with all the DIYs, etc that I had planned for decor. Alas, it wasn't meant to be. And I'm choked.
I randomly cry. Luckily my friend who I've cried in front of twice (I feel safe around her - she's the best) has been understanding and kind. I love the freshness of Denver. I love the mountains to the west. I love the blue sky that streches so big. I love the thunderstorms. I love the rain. I love the sudden snowstorms. I love how Denver and its citizens daily inspire and remind me to love the outdoors and be active. I love the easy culture. I love the acceptance I've found here.
Both my daughters were born here. Conor and my relationship changed here into something it could've never become had we stayed in Calgary. We're different. I've learned so much about myself while living here. I'm going to miss it. I'm going to miss my friends here and Holly's friends. She can say the names (or a variation) of her closest friends and I love it. I know I'll make new friends in California and it'll be fine, but some of our friends here we've been friends with from the beginning. Hopefully I can maintain those relationships. Our door is always open dear Denver friends.
