REALITY (May 08 08)

It’s been in the back of my mind for years now… but always seemed like more of a faint dream than anything else. But here I am… on a plane… watching the midtown skyscrapers of Atlanta fade off in the night sky. Just a day ago a long awaited call was received. "Can you be here by Friday?" There was a slight hesitation in my mind… very slight. The rest of me said you can do this… you have the resources… and it will happen. After all it’s all about making this distant dream of moving home a reality. Jumping on a plane and heading across country is just not the sort of thing I do… at least not since Tadg and Cloe. But friends are always there when you need them the most right? Paula was a quick call away and today even reachable (another story to tell another day... but that's what happens when your best friend is a Delta flight attendant.) But over the nine or so years we have known each other… she always comes through when I need her the most.

So much has been going thru my mind the last several weeks since deciding to move back to Denver. How do I land a job, what kind of offer will I get… what about housing… how do I get the dogs and my wine collection across country (you see where my priorities lie)… when do I tell Grandma… am I doing the right thing!!! But I always tell people that they need to do what their heart says to… do the things in life that make you happy. So why is there still sadness in some of the corners of my mind??

I guess one still out weighs the other, but you can’t help think about things… especially when reality is starting to set in. Ten years is a long time… and here I am at 34, picking up everything and moving across country. Fifteen hundred miles seems far enough, but when you compare Atlanta and Denver, Georgia and Colorado… everything they are, everything they stand for… makes them seem even further apart. From a concrete jungle with the pace that would make most peoples head spin, to the laid back culture of Denver where purple mountain majesties dominate your everyday look on life.

But as I am sitting here in first class... had my glass of wine before we even took off... everything again just feels right.