In the Name of Love.
The first five minutes of our relocation to Denver, Colorado are as clear as if they were yesterday. Sitting outside the airport "departure" section (because it's less crowded than the "arrivals" floor) waiting for our ride, the August sun was immediately hotter (and a mile closer) than New York's. The Rocky Mountains, my then-boyfriend (now husband) explained, were on the other side of the terminal, reassuring me that one of the main factors in convincing me to relocate hadn't actually been a myth. It was quiet and serene-a far cry from the one City I knew best-and then he said something like, So we're here now, because in moments like those you don't totally grasp the magnitude of what is actually happening. And we were, with many unknowns ahead coupled with the excitement and anticipation that however this new adventure panned out, we would (likely) have it together and, in some ways, that's all that really mattered. Enjoy!
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Very nicely said
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