The summer is winding down and it’s time for me to begin my transition back to Colorado. Thing is, as much as I want to go back, I’m not ready. Part of it is financial — I haven’t been able to save as much as I wanted to this summer, so moving back will take some extra work to be able to do it in the next month or two.
Part of it is that I have just been having so darn much fun that I kinda don’t want it to end and go back to reality. As much as I love the idea of being able to use photography as a source of income, I don’t think I can sustain it enough for another year or so. Which means live with my parents for another year (I don’t think so), or get a real job (please, don’t make me do it!!). Hmmph.
Oh, and I still want to see how things turn out with the bucket truck guy. Although if it comes to it, I can do the long-distance thing just as easily from Denver as I can Flagstaff. So I’m going to make that a non-issue.
Being back in Denver this weekend just made me miss all my friends that much more, since I have hardly seen any of them this summer. One of my friends walked up to me on Sunday, and we both just starting bawling. Her husband looked at us like we were both nuts.
So I’m ready and I’m not. I look forward to the change some days, and others, I just want to run hide in my vacation mindset and see where the wind blows us next.