Hunting for our hearts... sounds kind of gross but do you see that picture? Do you really see it? It's not a backdrop. I took that picture while searching for our hearts. We've gone hunting. Hunting for our hearts. What makes our hearts come alive? What makes us excited to be in this thing called life? What makes our heart have a little skip in its step? This. This beauty. This call to adventure.
A little back up story... a year ago my husband went on the ultimate guy's trip. 10 days backpacking through British Columbia, which also happened to be on my Dad's bucket list. So they packed it up, flew across the country, rented a car and drove till the road literally ended, then took a sea plane and paddled three days into the wilderness. And they were in heaven. In January, my wonderful husband paid a freak load (yes, that's a measurement) for me to attend a weekend long women's retreat titled "Adventures of the Heart" and it was a life changing, eye opening, heart freeing experience. But that's the thing. You can't go to one of these retreats and then slip back into "real" life. It just hurts. Normal sucks. Normal doesn't make my heart soar. Or maybe it's normal with nothing to look forward to. Normal with no adventure.
Before January we had been talking about wanting to move. We have friends who live in Colorado and love it and I have always wanted to live where it snows. My husband said East Coast snow is not for him so we shifted our eyes towards the West (er) Coast. He's had a dream to live in Colorado. Which seems to be the King of outdoor adventures.
So we thought let's take our son's spring break week and go and check it out. We'll stay with our friends then head to Breckenridge and see if our son likes to ski. There wasn't much snow but that didnt stop our son from spending HOURS in the backyard building a snowman he named Joey. And the hiking our friends took us on... I promise you, I had to beg the boys to get back in the car. They would have been gone all day if we had let them. They were in boy/man heaven. An outdoor paradise with rock formations to explore, an adventure surrounded them. It felt right being there. Scary, but right. It's a much slower pace of life which my husband needs. He suffered some health issues last year because of the stress of his job. What little boy doesn't want to grow up with the constant ability to go fishing, hiking, biking, camping, skiing with their Dad? Not one. Ok. Maybe one, but you know built into the hearts of little boys is the need for adventure and Colorado has that for us. It make my heart soar. Cheesy sounding I know but it's true.
Fast forward to where we are now... we registered our son in a wonderful school before we left from our vacation with the hopes of coming home, listing and selling our house and getting the hell out by the summer time. We are two months in and no bite on our house. Now I know, you are thinking, "2 months. Get a grip girl." but I honestly thought our house would have sold by now. It's the first house (well I've only owned two) that is decorated gorgeously by my best friend and I and doesn't need any work and so I thought it would sell fast. Nope. Still waiting. In the mean time, we have a fantastic private school here that we want Will to go to. We havent registered him yet because we were hoping to not be here and I dont want to pay the huge non refundable deposit if I dont have to (thank you very much) but we were told last week there is only ONE spot left in their first grade class. ONE. Que the mad scramble. And we find ourselves here. In the midst of the interview process because if we dont move this is the only school we want our son to attend. So as of now, we have our son registered in two different schools in two different states. Which one will win?
To clarify, our life here doesn't suck. It's not like we are struggling it's just we long for the mountains, the snow, the endless list of outdoor activities. Granted, I've never lived in the snow but I want to try it. I don't know if I will hate it but I'd like to find out.
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