I left home to get away from everything… I had some things I needed to cope with. My time in Colorado was just what I needed. I had time to sort those things out. I was where I always felt closest to God; on my snowboard. I felt at home on the snow and I was always smiling. I took time to pray and seek God, something I really didn’t have here at home.

I came back home expecting to feel bitter and anxious to be gone again. But that wasn’t the case at all. I love it here, this will always be my home. I realized there will be pain wherever you go, no matter where is. It’s a stupid reason to be bitter. 

I am anxious to travel though. I am ready to spend the rest of the summer in Colorado and like I have said previously I want to live on the coast. I think this little town will always be my home but only after I get to travel.

I’m tired of feeling bitter… Bring on the future!

I’ve been at the beach for a few days and it’s been wonderful. I’ve decided I’m moving to the coast next. I’ve emailed some people about living situations in Hawaii. I think that’s where I’ll go after the summer in Colorado. Why not, right? I guess moving made me realize how little you need to live. Sure it’s nice to have a fat paycheck here but traveling is so much more valuable to me. Plus I just love the ocean. I’m constantly fascinated by it. It’s just so vast and so powerful. I feel small when I stand beside it… Humbled I guess is a good word. Since I’ve lived in the mountains for practically my whole life I’m used to them. But God’s majesty is so evident to me at the ocean. I love the air here. It’s hard to believe I was 14,000 feet higher two weeks ago.

Unless God takes me by surprise and leads me elsewhere I intend to spend a few years on the coast next.