Two years ago, I stepped off a plane, got in a shuttle, and caught my first (yes, very first) glimpse of the snowy Rocky Mountains. It snowed the entire 60 mile ride from Denver to Fort Collins (the day after I got back, Mibbie and I took champagne to Piedmont Park and sat outside in the sun in 65 degree weather...). I feel in love with the town, the college, and the MFT program. And, quickly, I fell in love with my amazing friends out here. It is not a stretch or exaggeration to say that I probably wouldnt have made it this far without them.
This isnt to say I dont miss Georgia. I do. A lot. There are a ton of people and places that I miss every day. I think about my friends and family all the time. I still refer to Georgia as "home," though I have started to catch myself, because Fort Collins is my home now. Moving out here and going to CSU was the best decision I have ever made. There is no greater feeling than feeling like you are where you are meant to be and doing what you are meant to be doing. But, sometimes it doesnt make it any easier to be far away. Sometimes I even feel like I left some strings untied back in Georgia--which is a hard thing for me to come to terms with.
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| MFT Interview Day, Feb 2010; Old Town, Fort Collins |
Two years ago this weekend, I made the scary, exciting decision to pack up and move out West. And, let me tell you, it has been a wild and crazy ride.
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