At about exactly this time, exactly two years ago, I crossed the Colorado state line ready and just so damn excited to start a new adventure, to turn a new page in this already crazy and wonderful life I’ve been authoring thus far. My VW Bug was stuffed to the brim with everything I owned (plus
a few all of the candy wrappers and empty bags of chips because what’s a cross country, life-changing road trip without junk food), my heart was overflowing with pride, and my stomach was turning a constant rotation of cartwheels, excited yet a bundle of nerves.
What if this doesn’t work out? Am I making the right decision? BUT DO THEY EVEN HAVE A CULVER’S THERE?!
As I stepped out of my car, my legs stiff and my eyes heavy from driving over 22 hours, these questions–and so many more–were running through my head on the repeat.
I was terrified.
But I was also incredibly happy.
Like, eating a giant ice cream cone on a sunny Friday afternoon in a park full of puppies, happy.
I had only been in Colorado for a few miles, but in a very weird way, I already felt like I was at home.
When I decided a little over two years ago to take a giant leap of faith and make the big move, I really had no idea what was in store for me. I did something so very unWendi-like and jumped without looking. I stuck a giant middle finger up to any kind of plan, any premeditated form of action. I felt, and I did. I didn’t have a job lined up, I knew just a handful of people, and wasn’t even sure if I would like living in the Mile High City. All I really knew for sure was that if I didn’t try, if I didn’t take this chance now, I might never get the opportunity to do so again. I also knew that if I fell back on that fear of things not working out, if I chose instead to remain forever in my comfort zone, there would be some serious regretage going on.
And if there is one thing I have learned in my 28 years thus far, it’s that regret is no friend of mine.
So I jumped.
I jumped hard.
And that by far has probably been one of the greatest decisions I have ever made to date.
For two years I have been lucky enough to call Denver my home. For two years, I have been able to call the majestic mountains my playground, my weekend escape. I’ve seen some of the most beautiful sunrises and sunsets imaginable, I’ve hiked some of the most challenging and breath-taking trails, explored the urban jungle that is downtown Denver and tasted some of the best food (And beer! Yes, I am now a beer fan! Well, getting there anyway) I’ve ever had.
Professionally I’ve had some very challenging and rewarding opportunities that have really helped to shape not only me as a librarian boss chic, but also have served as a reminder that I’m damn good at what I do, that I love what I do, and to never, ever never stop pursuing that dream of mine no matter what obstacles may come up. I’ve worked with some strong-willed and big-hearted people, have helped to inspire some incredibly talented and motivated students, and have learned and grown from each and every one of them.
Personally, I’ve broken out of this silly shell I’ve been hiding behind. Moving somewhere new by yourself kind of forces you to put your booty out there and meet people, no matter how you end up doing that. I’ve met some incredible new friends (you know who y’all are and I love you to Reece’s Pieces!!), have reconnected with old ones (you know who y’all are and I love YOU to Reece’s PB Cups!!) and have made too many memories to count.
The late-night conversations, the too-close-to-call softball games, the good first dates and the ones you wish you could Ctrl Alt Delete. The summer baseball games at Coors Field and Packer games at Badgers, the bike rides, snowball fights and Harry Potter movie-marathons. The pool parties, happy hours, road trips and barbeques.
The uncontrollable laughter.
These past two years have made my heart so incredibly full (nearly as full as my ever-shrinking apartment—the number of books I’ve accumulated since I’ve been here is embarrassing, guys) and I cannot wait to see what happens in the next 2, 5, 10 or 15 years to come. I’ve come a long way since making the decision to start this grand adventure—over 8,000 miles and an immeasurable amount of self-growth, courage, spontaneity and a ‘You only get one life so you better damn make it the best possible life there is’ mentality. If I can take just one thing away from this is that it’s never to late to make a change, to face that fear or worry and do the damn thing! You’ll never know the amazingness that awaits you on the other side if you never try.
Cheers to two years, y’all!