So I hear that today is the first day of spring.
Boulder can look like this in the spring....
Or like this...
But it will never look like this.
I'm homesick this week.
Missing the roads lined in blue, with dots of red and yellow.
Yes, missing my hometown and the feeling of warm spring air.
But grateful for my place in Colorado. For the way it has opened up to me, offering healing and solace. Finding charity in its beauty, and paths to explore a new life chapter. I know at this time in my life, I'm exactly where I am suppose to be.
I also know it is ok to miss home.