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.