I’ve had a plethora of mixed thoughts and emotions over the last few days. Nervousness, fear, curiosity, euphoria. I wasn’t quite sure what it all meant (and maybe I still don’t).  

As the time got closer, I realized the pressure and nervousness of our final days in Denver was mostly just about buttoning up our lives — saying goodbye, putting stuff into storage, making last minute decisions about what to bring, filling a flash drive with movies to watch — to name a few. It was never about cold feet or whether this was the right thing to do.

It sort of all came together for me as I was sitting on the plane shortly after leaving Denver with a cheesy grin that I couldn’t wipe off my face, and a good feeling that what we are doing now is exactly what we’re supposed to be doing.