Dad and I started our journey west the day after Thanksgiving at six in the morning. By four in the afternoon (central time), we arrived on the boarder of Iowa and Nebraska. We stopped at a nice hotel, had a tasty steak dinner and then passed out. At six the next morning, we had coffee and we were on the road. By noon (mountain time) I had busted through my aunt and uncle's front door yelling, "I'M HOME!" and running straight to the bathroom.
1,300 miles, 18.5 hours, six states, five stops, two (extremely tired) passengers, two time changes, too many cups of coffee and one jam-packed Equinox later, here I am, somewhat, settled in my new home!
During our drive, I had a lot of time to reflect on how crazy the last two weeks had been since I announced I was moving. Two words kept coming to my mind: blessed and thankful. I know, how cliché of me. But I honestly don't think this move would've been as easy as it was if I didn't have the love and support of my family. Not only were my parents so proud and okay with me going across the country (well, as okay as parents can be with this, haha) my aunt and uncle welcomed me into their home.
As difficult as it was to leave Michigan, coming to the mountains has been fourteen year old Krame's dream come true. So here I am, a new resident in Colorful Colorado, ready to take on my new job tomorrow! All I can think of now is, "Chin up, charge the mountain."