Ten years in Colorado.
Ten years ago this week, I left everyone and everything I’d ever known to take a chance in my relationship with Greg. With scenery like this, can you really blame me? (This photo was taken last week along US285 between Salida and Buena Vista.)
Certainly, I miss the Chicago area, where I spent the first twelve years of my life and where my parents grew up as well. And I even miss the areas of Wisconsin where I spent my adolescence and college years, though you will never find me cheering for the Packers.
But Colorado has become my home.