Friday, I got the sign off on a good job in Colorado. This meant happy hour at our favorite local haunt — Four Peaks.
Saturday, I met the future tenants on my little home. I’m tiding up a few pieces of my life in Arizona that have remained gray far too long. As the dominos fall, I skip, smile and then quietly cry when I can get a moment alone. As my friend Candace said, it’s a bittersweet time.
Two short weeks left in this home, that I’ve had for 8 years, and this town, that I’ve had for 31. Holy Moses.
~K