A Weekend with a Message.

I don't think I've written one bad blog about Colorado. Home is just......so sweet. All I can do is rave about the amazing time when I visit Colorado. This weekend, I went to see my horse, Chocolate show! She did wonderful! It was weird being on the other side of showing-the side where you help, the side where you're not doing the showing. It was kind of depressing. I miss showing. I miss the anxious feeling right before you enter an arena, the panic as you first step in-praying you will remember the pattern correctly, and the amazing feeling of knowing you nailed the pattern, knowing your name is going to be announced soon, a ribbion in your hand. It was sad. But also awesome-I'm so glad I went! I love horse shows...and Chocolate looked stunning!

It was also good to see my friends. We had some really really great and intense talks. Mostly about how we are all almost 20-and how so many people know what they want in life and who they want to share that with. Are we behind? Should we know exactly how we want our life to turn out? 20...it sounds so old. So official. I've been having this feeling a lot lately. How do I know what to do, what to work towards, who to be with. How do I know I'm going to want all of this in 10 years. It just seems so surreal that I am at that point in my life. 20. So old.

I don't mean to offend anyone who is older. I just still can't grasp the fact that my life is flashing before my eyes. I hope I've taken every opportunity given to me. I hope I haven't taken anything for granted. I hope I'm doing it all right.

And if not, I guess that's part of the journey, the self discovery, the crazy experience this life gives us. I don't know how it's going to turn out, but I do know that whatever happens in my life I made it happen, me alone. And to have a journey unique to myself? Well, what more could a girl ask for?

Home Sweet Home.

Nothing can ever compare to coming home.

There is just something about being in the area you grew up, with the people you shared the most important years of your life-childhood. There is something that brings back youthfulness and a childlike excitement when I come to Colorado. 

Everything around me is just comfortable...it's a feeling that I can't get anywhere besides my hometown. 

I know the streets.

I know the buildings. 

The best places to eat.

I know the people.

I can't even go into the supermarket without seeing someone I know from when I was growing up.

I guess you never realise what you had until it's gone. I've missed the small town atmosphere. I've missed seeing land and cattle and horses at every corner.

I'm so happy to be back. I can't even think about going back to school right now, because Colorado brings me bliss. I don't know how to really explain it. It's so relaxing, fun, and comforting all at the same time.

Plus, I've missed my dad. As I mentioned, I'm a bit of a daddy's girl. I like how close we have become over the years. We're a lot a like-which is both a blessing and a curse. We're going skiing tomorrow, which is always fun. He skis faster then I do and at times I guess I should be a little embarrassed by that.

I've also missed all the people I grew up with. When we're reunited, it's like I never left. It's all the same. We go back to having the time of our lives. Remising with them is something I could do for hours and hours and never tire. There were so many fun, rough, and crazy stories that shaped each of us-stories that entagled our lives and made our friendships stronger. I will never lose the close bond I have with the people I grew up with. We share something so powerful, I know it can never break. It's the ties of childhood-the experiences of growing up. 

Oh gosh, it's good to be home.