We’re crossing Nebraska. We’re moving. It feels strange: an already-not-yet reality mixed with a deeper sense of ‘finally’. Soon we will be in the mountains. Soon we will be home.
Our home. Gift of grace home. Place for our hearts to rest home. First house together home. Mountain home. Ours. Our home.
Moving. We are moving to Fort Collins. Colorado. Land of mountains and adventurers and happy beautiful sunshine.
I (Anie) lived there for 10 months. Moving back to Minnesota was a hard but peace filled decision. In essence I was having to choose between two beloveds: beloved Dawson or beloved home.
Obviously Dawson won my heart. And yet, the wrestling that it has endured since living back in this flat and sprawled and cold and grey city has not gone unnoticed. And so my love is taking me back to my love. Dawson is moving me back home. Home to the mountains.
And so that is why we are moving. To Fort Collins. In Colorado. Moving home.
8 months. Amazing. Marriage is the hardest and the best thing I’ve ever done. And it only keeps getting better! Happy monthaversary to my favorite. #yaymarriage