Since returning to the States, Nick and I have spent the last couple of months in Minnesota with his family. It’s been a transition time for us in order to get our bearings, sort out some life things, make some adult decisions, and generally to just be in a state of limbo before moving back to Colorado (as we didn’t really need to rush back). You can scroll to the bottom for a bit more insight into how we feel about being back. This should be a proper post at some point.
In the time that we’ve spent here, we’ve done everything and nothing.
We reconnected with our beloved dog, Chase.
I ran some 5k’s and placed 2nd female in both, albeit no PR (I was WAY off on that!).
We saw beautiful sunsets.
We spent time on the lake(s) via boat, jetski, and SUP.
We made plenty of bonfires.
I turned 34.
We celebrated our 1st anniversary in Chicago.
And we bought one of the most stereotypical Colorado vehicles that we possibly could.
But between all of those photo opportunities, we have been overwhelmed with transitioning back to the States. In a word, it’s been hard. We mourn for the simple life we had in Australia. We desperately refuse to fall back into the same patterns, the same routines, because we have changed, in some ways. And we are holding on tightly to the epiphanies we had while away, the dreams that came into focus, our hopes that have renewed life. We’ve been stressed with the decisions we’ve had to make thus far, and pray that those we’ve made are right for us in this moment. And now we are nervous for yet another transition as we return to Colorado this weekend. I know it will go better and more smoothly than I have conjured up in my head; afterall, we’ll finally be amongst the mountains again. And through all of our transitions (past, present, and future) I can be confident that “home” is really wherever Nick is, and he’s the most important thing to me.