Rocky Mountain Sober
I am at home. Praise God.
I love home.
I love the Denver Airport (this from a person who thought building that silly tent out on the prairie was insane!)
I love that my flight landed at about 8:30 p.m. and I got to see the sunset over the rocky mountains. The beach is fab, but I am in love with my home scenery - the mountains.
I love that I got to take a bath in my own bathtub.
I love that in this arid climate, my hair is fluffed back up after a week of FLAT, FLAT, FLAT.
There is so much to write, but I am utterly and totally exhausted.
I will lay my head down on my own pillow and gratefully go to sleep.
Tonight when I got to Denver, I experienced familiar emotions, because I am always glad to come home - no matter where I go. But tonight I had a new one.
I am so grateful that I live in this place, so far away from my family. Not because I am far away from them, but because I struck out a long long time ago and made my own place in this world. And I really do love it. It is not fabulous like others, but I don't care. Fabulous is in the eye of the beholder and my bathtub and bed are totally awesome tonight.
I will write more coherently tomorrow.