With hashtags like #royersgowest and #makingithome, I have been documenting our journey to Colorado on instagram. Taking pictures and posting them of the memories we left behind, of the new ones we have made so far, and of the crazy chaos that happened with moving in two weeks. Instagram is kind of funny at times, especially when it’s so easy to fake a happy face, or to make things sound better than they really are. Despite some partially major hiccups and some disappointing circumstances, our move was relatively smooth. It was almost too easy, both Phil and I would stop and look at each, voicing aloud our wondering of when the other shoe was going to drop. Things have rarely come easy for us. It is rare for us to put our minds to something and for it to happen right away, or even without any pitfalls along the way. Maybe the rough part of this move was everything leading up to it. The disappointing results of trying to move to California, the constant interviewing for Phil with no results, or at least no results that would have actually worked for us.
We’ve been in Colorado for three weeks now, but it actually feels a bit longer. We’ve adjusted for the most part to the higher altitude, although, my nose is still feeling really dry, and I’m having to totally readjust my normal hair care routine as the lack of humidity has kind of messed that up. It never ceases to amaze me when I turn out of our apartment complex and there are the mountains all spread out in front of me. I’ve decided we are at the perfect distance away from them, as we can see the highest peaks stacked behind the closer, lower peaks. At certain points on a few of the roads, we can see all the way to Denver, as well as see the haze that sits over the city on most days. I am learning the street names very fast, and already am able to drive around without needing to use my gps, for the most part. I can’t believe the amount of stores within walking distance, not only that, but within short driving distance. This really is a popular vacationing spot and it still feels at times like we’re just on vacation, not actually here to stay.
Even though the scenery, the atmosphere, the weather, having our own place above ground with tons of windows and sunlight is amazing, it’s lonely. We haven’t met a whole lot of people yet, we’ve been spending the majority of our free time trying to turn the blank apartment we were handed into a place of comfort and coziness. I miss the people I saw somewhat frequently back in Maryland, and it’s been difficult trying to shake off the chaos of the past month and settle without having someone to come over and keep me company. I don’t feel like I’ve painted a very realistic picture through the steady stream of instagram pictures I’ve posted to document our journey. It’s been difficult to hear people say they’re so envious or jealous of us when we’ve felt the loss of having to leave people we love behind and be in an entirely new place, all by ourselves, two hours behind those we used to see all the time. It was rough on us trying to get everything in place so we could leave on the 6th. I think both Phil and I just ducked our heads down and dove into the craziness that became the move and even though we are a very good team, we lost sight of each other just trying to survive through the move. It’s been like seeing the world with new eyes as we reconnect and settle in our new home. We both feel freer and like we can truly be ourselves here.
The good thing is that we adapt quickly, and it appears Ender has inherited that trait as well. He has been loving all of the space he now have to crawl and explore, and it’s hilarious to call for him and to find him sitting up, looking very curiously at a vent, then laughing out loud when he sees one of us coming. I was shocked at how well he did on the plane, and how well he’s done since then. There has not been one moment where I have felt he has lost it completely and everything new had thrown him off. Ender seems to have taken everything in stride, and is even sleeping very well in his OWN room. It’s a huge relief to me to see him adjust so fast and easily. He loves it out here, and I think both Phil and I are able to breathe easier knowing this move hasn’t thrown him off the way we thought it would.
I’m beginning to feel more at home here, beginning to love the way the sky looks, the way the clouds come in over the mountains, and especially the warmth of the sunlight almost every single day. There are a lot of kids in our complex, and it’s heartwarming to hear them laughing and playing their games after school lets out in the afternoons. There is, however, one tiny downside. Thanks to the legality of weed in our new state, our downstairs neighbor smokes. A lot. Frequently. We spent the first few days after we had moved in, taping up an attic door in a closet, investing in air fresheners, and taping up the poorly insulated window where the smell was coming in the strongest. We don’t smell a thing anymore which is awesome.
I am finally feeling more grounded and have been able to start reading my cards again, and I’m very encouraged by what is coming up. I’m excited about the new opportunities I have now, as well as the lightness I feel with now having almost 2000 miles between me and those who are poisonous to me. A weight is gone, and I feel like for the first time I can breathe deeply and not worry about what anyone thinks of me, or if I’m going to get a lecture for doing what I believe is right for me.
Colorado is our new home, and I’m eager to see what else awaits us here.