Five Lessons I Learned By Moving to Colorado in my Thirties

Moving to a new city as an adult is hard. Really hard. The seven years that I lived in Washington, D.C., before quitting my job and thru-hiking the Appalachian Trail were an emotional roller coaster, for certain; there were career ups and downs and falling outs with friends, but moving there was never hard. I

Hello, new and old friends! The beginnings of a blog.

It’s a funny thing about breakups. Somehow, once you start to get over the intense sadness and desperation and intense loneliness that breakups initially gift you with, you somehow become like the energizer bunny – suddenly free to accomplish anything you could possibly dream of in the world. And man, do you start to dream.