Ten more days of 32

Ten years ago I lived in Sacramento. Finishing up my ten month stay. I thought of my next move, maybe staying in NY, maybe heading to Colorado. Maybe finishing school, maybe not. I was 22, I really knew nothing except that I liked to drink, write, and fall for the bad boys. It is a constant effort to remember how much trouble that part of me has gotten into. That was a long time ago.

I keep picturing the life that I want for myself. Where I am living a few years down the road, the mountains that surround me. The cool September air, and the memory of Virginia. We were going to go camping after our 5k in a couple of months, but I’m considering flying out to Colorado for a couple of days with Chris. I want him to be as inspired as I am to move out of here. We met a woman at the dog park a couple of weeks ago, who was very excited to be getting away from the "rat race". She was moving to a retirement home in North Carolina, and talked about an old Air Force base that they turned into a dog park, complete with fountains and showers. She stayed here longer than she wanted, to make more money. Can’t argue with that, but making more money won’t rule my life and every direction I take.

We spent the fourth of July in Charlotte, and while it’s a decent place, as far as we could tell, it just didn’t draw me in the way Denver did. Even the shuttle ride from the airport to my rental car, I was in awe. Not out of place. Just content to be there in that moment, regardless of all that was happening at home. Steven and Ben, heartache after heartache, Denver was my escape. Even now, when I look at that picture of me and Stephanie on that trail in Boulder, I know I will end up there again. Chris just has to work on finishing school, getting experience and the ability to find a job anywhere he wants. I’m going back to school just to fight boredom.

So, while Charlotte would be Ok, it’s no longer a goal. 5k and a trip to the mountains, late September, what could be more perfect. That is our short term goal. It’s hard to put an exact time frame on a move right now, but getting out of debt and building enough savings to afford it would be wise.

The weight is still stubborn, even with our trips to the gym and making my pizza on a little flat bread, light sauce and barely any cheese. Maybe it was the beer, I forgot I wasn’t supposed to have any. Oops.