As I drove to the Denver Airport on Tuesday (4/21) — the direction I was supposed to be headed in, and I was on-time — I couldn’t shake the feeling that I was driving in the wrong direction. My nerves were jumpy and my eyes kept tearing up. I wasn’t sad, per se… the emotion was more of being overcome.
Overcome by the happiness of seeing two amazing people dedicate their lives to one another, and in celebrating that joy with friends and family.
Overcome by friendship, new yet exceeding all expectations.
Overcome by the laughter that made my face hurt, of fun times had with friends old and new.
…and overcome by sharp pang of knowing that if I got on the plane, I would be missing out on all of the activities and experiences that I knew were planned for the rest of the week, and all of the opportunities that existed beyond that.
I had an amazing time in the Denver area, and as I reflected upon my week I realized that although I had to fly back to Maryland, I was leaving a chunk of my heart in Colorado.
That’s when I became overcome by the understanding that in order to get that piece of myself back, I’m going to have to prepare for a more permanent move.