I hadn’t been back in three years.
Consistently calling my name, always tugging on my heartstrings. Time was the one thing keeping me put, never quite allowing a reunion when I wanted.
Until time changed its mind this month.
Think of a place that pulls you in. Grabs you.
It pours its beauty and secrets into a mold surrounding your heart and leaves a bit of magic, forever lingering in your essence. Certain places have this hold, casting a sweet spell over their possessor.
For me, that place is west of the great plains, blanketed in the Rockies. It’s somewhere that I’ll never quite be able to fully digest why I love it so, I just know that I like to be there. No matter what season, no matter what part… it’s my favorite.
Colorado is the only other place I’ve lived outside of Florida that hasn’t been for school or work. After many visits, I finally made it my home for three months one summer. So much love, so much adventure… it was a summer I’ll never forget. I was living with my favorite person in my favorite place, running around Boulder with all the time in the world to explore. It was a time when I had zero stresses, and I oftentimes look back on those months when things get too hectic in the present moment. It settles me.
It was a short stay, but one that remains so, so special to me. It wouldn’t have mattered how long or how quickly my time there lasted for me to realize the connection I have with Colorado.
The anticipation that was building up inside of me as we drove through Kansas two weeks ago was hard to put to rest. Ten hours of nothingness was actually beautiful, because each hour passed meant one closer to the border of nostalgic memories, deep love, and comfort.
As the mid-point on our coast to coast journey, we had two days to catch back up with Boulder. We hiked, we explored… we remembered. We spent the days as if we still lived there… starting the mornings at a favorite breakfast spot, hiking up the flat irons to get a dose of fresh air, then spending the nights underground at the dimly lit pubs drinking warm spirits.
A part of me will always remain there. I forgot how hard it is to leave.
+ What places have their hold on you? Where is it that you always feel at home?
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