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Wednesday, June 27, 2007

Approaching the One-Year Mark

posted 12:52 PM by Windowsill Wendy

I can't really wrap my brain around it, but I've been in Colorado for almost a year. Ten months and some change, really. I was thinking this morning about where I was a year ago, and what was going on in my life. Standing where I am now, it's pretty amazing to think about just how much water has passed under the bridge.

Last year at this time, the shit was just hitting the fan with The Boy. I was realizing things about him that I didn't want to see - hoped to ignore and they'd get better or go away. It was the beginning of the end, as it were.

I had just begun to entertain the idea of transferring to Denver for the job I have now. It was scary to even think about uprooting and moving out here, but I knew immediately when the opportunity presented itself that I was ready to leave Dallas.

Sometimes, ten or twelve months after the fact, I still can't believe I did it. I really changed many, many things about my life. New city. New state. New job. New life. No boyfriend. No roots. No ties. No obligations. Some of it has been really, really scary. Some of it has been wonderfully liberating. Some of it has been a whole lot of fun. Overall, I think I've made the right decisions.

I've survived:

• living in my brother's basement (thank god for my big brother)
• apartment shopping in Denver (an exercise in futility)
• a massive, messy breakup (exit 7.5-year relationship)
• my first couple of forays into the dating world (bizarre, but very fun for the most part)
• the sinus/double ear/upper respiratory infection from hell that raged the first two months I lived here and resulted in a pulled abdominal muscle (ouch, ouch, ouch)
• an incredibly frustrating "busy season" at work (people here really do hate Texans)
• a ski season (no broken bones - yay!)
• training for a half marathon at altitude (4,000 feet+ higher than normal)

Nothing that's the end of the world for anyone, but there for a while, it all seemed to pile up at once. I think it's all going to be OK now. I'm feeling pretty settled, pretty balanced and pretty happy over all.

 

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