I arrived in Denver 9 days ago for a marathon week for both my show for Denver Arts Week and for the charity art show I put on for my church.
From the moment I awoke Friday morning (after rolling in at 2 am), I was glad to be back “home.” It felt good. It felt right.
It was great to catch up with some of my friends and get an idea of what I needed to get done in the course of a week.
I had a few clients booked for the week and really enjoyed the shoots. I celebrated a friend’s new condo and met another friend’s new baby. I went to MY church and had lunch with friends. I even went emergency car shopping with a friend. It has been like old times again, as though I haven’t been gone for seven months.
It makes me not want to leave. I already extended my stay by a week, but let’s face it – I can’t stay here at my friend’s house forever. Maybe this week, I will go apartment shopping and figure out what I can afford and start planning the transition back.