047. Memory Lane: First Week in Colorado

In 2007 I packed up and moved halfway across the country (from NY to Colorado).

The first week I was there, I hiked up to 11,000 ft.
At the time I was in really good shape, but even so, my lungs were about to explode!

Colorado, 2007, fresh off the plane.

As I looked around, I realized that I was meant to be in Colorado. Not because I was born there (moved away when I was almost 3), but because of the incredible energy the flows through the mountains. They call to me. They pull me.

Even though I now live in Scotland, and am trying to relocate here more permanently, Colorado has a very special place in my heart and I often miss it. I know I'll visit as often as possible.

Is there a place like that for you? Somewhere that pulls you?