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No Turning Back

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As it always seems to be with me, out of nowhere I decided to head back North to visit friends, check my PO Box, return my overdue library book, rent the smallest moving truck, and get all my stuff out of storage.

Since I had a ride back in the moving truck, I splurged on a Greyhound ticket! (Why is bus travel so freaking expensive in the US?? I mean, really.)  Oh well.  I enjoyed a nice 3 hour ride, chatted with some fun and random bus travelers, and even got to speak a little Spanish at the Denver bus station with a guy who was asking for directions.

What I was expecting to be more of a fun and relaxing time with friends, with a little packing thrown in, turned into a super stressful, overly emotional time for me.

I had a million thoughts, emotions, and to-do lists running non-stop through my head, the entire time I was there.  I certainly did a lot in a very short weekend.

  • It was great to see friends, but the time was too short.
  • Loved being able to get around without having to depend on other people – I could walk everywhere, or take the city bus, or ride my scooter (after I got it out of storage).
  • Felt the love at my Starbucks when the baristas remembered my name, my drink, and asked me where I’d been.
  • Warmed the barstool of my favorite hangout, caught up with my favorite bartenders, and got hit on by college students.
  • Had too many things planned, so only made it to one brewery.
  • Announced a visit to First Friday Art Gallery Walk as a vehicle to see a bunch of friends in one spot.  It was touch and go, but it worked out.
  • Stressed about doing so much in a short amount of time.
  • Realized the realness of the moment. No turning back.

Walked around town, loving all the sights and sounds of the place that became a real home to me.  Got consumed with all the wonderful memories I built there.

Which leads to the pain and heartbreak of second-guessing myself. Am I doing the right thing?  Why am I leaving a town I love?  Maybe I should just forget it all, stay and build my roots back up??

So then I think about what that really means.  Yikes!

  • I’d have to get whatever job I could find
  • Get a little apartment for all my stuff
  • Do the same old stuff, the same routine
  • Now all of a sudden, my future is looking horribly bleak

No no no, I can’t move backwards like that!

A really good friend of mine there has also been thinking about what comes next for her and we had some good chats about what it means to move on.  How do you measure the value of a place?  What are you really leaving behind?

I thought a lot about it.  And I’m not really “leaving” anything.  My real friends will still be my friends.  The town I call “home base” will still be there whenever I come back.  It’s not the end, it’s a new beginning.

I started to feel more motivated, got that fire burning again!

So I worked hard sorting through some of my belongings. Even had some friends come over to pick through and buy some things.  Of course, in doing so, I would actually see all my wonderful little things, relive the stories connected with each item, and lose myself in the melancholy of it all.  I would burst into tears at the oddest moments.  I would get annoyed and angry that I had to deal with all this junk at all.  I hate all this stuff!  Why can’t I just dump it all at the thrift store’s door?

Oh right…I need the money.

Sort, pack, sort, pack.  Have emotional beers with friends.  Go to bed late, attempt to sleep on a friend’s couch, have weird dreams, get up early again.

It was a rough four days.

My brother and sister drove up on Saturday to help me get the truck loaded up.  Three more friends showed up to help carry boxes.  We got the little truck and my sister’s car loaded up super quick!  A Craiglister came by to pick up my hand-me-down loveseat.  Took in one last meal with good friends.  And then headed South with all my worldly possessions.

Three of us unloaded everything into my sister’s garage in 15 minutes.

All of a sudden, in the large expanse of that garage, my few stacks of belongings looked very tiny.

But I am happy.

Now the real work begins.  Wish me luck!

A friend's portrait of my move

Spanish FTW!

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I’ve been participating in a few Spanish Practice Groups since last summer.  I love them for the  language practice of course, but  more importantly, for the social interaction with kindred spirits interested in travel and other cultures.

But I’ve been at my sister’s house this past month, and I’ve really missed these weekly get-togethers.

I can’t just sit around by myself all the time, so I spent some time surfing through the usual social sites to get the lay of the land.  [*NOTE* This is not my city of choice, validated by the lack of anything interesting to do around here!]

This town I’m in has a much different vibe, not the community feel that I’m used to.  I’m having to work really hard to find any kind of social interaction around here.  Especially not having a car in a city with no public transportation options!

The only thing I’ve been able to find so far is a brand new Spanish Conversation Group.  I signed up for their next meeting, even though there was no way I could actually get there.  I decided to post on their activity webpage, asking if there was anyone who would be willing to carpool with “unknown me”.

Didn’t get a response until one hour before the start time.  Luckily I was all ready to go, just in case.  Very excited, I jumped at “random dude’s” generosity, and caught a ride with him over to the Mexican restaurant, chatting non-stop like the crazy person I am!

For a brand new group (this was their 2nd meeting), I was very surprised to see 15 people slowly wander in!  Long story short – I got to meet all these new people, practiced my dwindling Spanish, enjoyed a Negra Modelo, got a tummy ache off too much chips & salsa, and generally had a fabulous time!  What I thought would be a quick 1 hour “get to know you” session, turned into 3 hours of entertaining conversation.

I love meeting people!