I’m on my way home to Europe today. This has always been a complicated statement to make—saying it has always made me feel a bit guilty. Guilty because I have chosen to live in a place far from the people that I love. It is tricky being an expat. The last six weeks have been a whirlwind of planes, trains, and automobiles. We visited family and friends in three different states and multiple towns. It’s left me wondering how the hell I got so lucky to have such deep connections with the most amazing people on the planet. These friendships haven’t gotten weaker with distance, instead they have gotten deeper with time. I love my Boulder people, Paonia people, Durango people, my Colorado family, my California family, and my Oregon family. Thank you to all of you for making this trip feel like a lingering dinner party that goes deep into the night filled with joyful conversation.
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