Here I am. With a job. Living in Denver, Colorado. Things are good.
Work is stressful, but I am happy to be under stress. Strange, I know. But I needed some sort of obligation to feel like I have a purpose. This reminds me – I need to talk to my retired father about finding a hobby beyond the stock market. I think he and I are identical in the sense that we need to have a purpose to what we do everyday to feel fulfilled and happy. Which is why I seriously struggled with unemployment. Thankfully it didn’t last long.
My sister Jane and brother-in-law Al visited two weekends ago and my college roommates, Chelsie, Klug and Rochelle, were here last weekend. I’ve enjoyed all my visitors. And now, I have no idea what to do with myself this weekend sans visitors. Okay, that’s not true. I’m going to a speakeasy in the Highlands tonight, wine tasting tomorrow and (hopefully) skiing Sunday. But still, I’m having a hard time recovering from my visitor high.
What I currently miss most about Wisconsin: Cabin time. Ridiculous because it’s not even summer. My family is meeting at our cabin in Rhinelander, Wisconsin for a weekend of catching up and apparently the boys are planning on ice fishing. There isn’t a whole lot else to do at a cabin in northern Wisconsin in the middle of winter besides this, eating and playing games (Oh, and snowmobiling if you’re into that. I personally am not). It’s also important to keep in mind, it is a two bedroom cabin with six adults and two children. Sounds awful to some, I’m sure. But I am sad to miss this.
So again, here I am. 26 years old. Figuring out life as it flies by. Trying my hardest not to miss my family and Wisconsin too badly. Thankfully, I live close to the mountains. Oh Ma Gosh, life is good.
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