IMG_3297.jpegIt’s the end of an era for me…After nearly a decade-long period of living in Denver, Colorado, I am getting ready to move to San Diego, California with Scott (husband) at the end of January 2019.

Moving is feeling like a rough breakup. I’ve been riding out the gauntlet of emotions since we got our orders. If you’ve met me in person, I am the biggest champion of Denver. I sing it’s praises constantly, and know the full history of pretty much every historical building downtown. I have facts for days about my city, and it is breaking my heart to know that I am leaving.

I have lived in Colorado since I was 10 years old, and while I identify as midwestern at my core, I am from Colorado (so much so that I have requested that my ashes be tossed into the Casa Bonita waterfalls in my will). I have lived in Colorado more than half of my life, as I will turn 30 in June of 2019. I moved to Denver after graduating college in December of 2010, and with the exception of 8 months, have been blessed to call this place my permanent residence.

Denver is such an easy city to live in, and the secret is out about that (to the tune of 25,000 people or more moving here a month). No matter where I have traveled to in the world, I have always felt at home the second I feel the wheels hit the tarmac, or I see the Denver skyline in the distance while driving. When I was at my 10-year high school reunion, those that did not leave my high school town asked what it was like to live in such a big city, which I found quite baffling.

I think I said something along the lines of this:

“It’s like a little big town. You’re always 6-Degrees of Separation from someone. You see your exes more than you would like. Rockies games are obnoxious if it’s on your commute home, and if the Broncos lose a game the city is a little less friendly for a few days.”

Leaving Denver is basically saying goodbye to a lot of bullshit that doesn’t serve me. I get to say goodbye to mistakes I have made, ex-boyfriends I don’t want to see ever again, and friendships that were completely toxic. Your 20s are a dumpster fire, and I am definitely not ashamed to admit that I was a lot more selfish and out of touch with reality when I was younger.

That is not to say that I did not learn from my mistakes, as I feel like your 20s are nothing but a series of unfortunate events, but I definitely interpreted some valuable life lessons through my blunder years in Denver.

Though I am more than happy to be leaving the city married to the most wonderful human I have ever met, I also know that there are things I need to Elsa, and ‘let it go’ when I get to my new destination.


Things I am leaving behind:

  • A graveyard of failed relationships (friendships and romantic partners).
  • A bunch of odd jobs and eclectic bosses.
  • A downtown Denver apartment with a view.
  • Friends I have had since I was 10 years old.
  • A somewhat thriving dance music scene that I participated in for years.
  • Pork Green Chili.
  • Casa Bonita.
  • The Thin Man.
  • My parents.
  • The Rocky Mountains.
  • Snow.

Though people keep telling me I will miss seasons (which I won’t, having been born in Minnesota), I am very excited to trade mountains for a beach. They both have their beautiful perks, but my favorite season is summer.

Things I am gaining with this move:

  • The chance to kick ass in a new city.
  • Warm weather year round.
  • Closer proximity to my in-laws and best friend.
  • Advancement in my husband and I’s careers.
  • A 2 bedroom apartment so that my friends can visit me.
  • Din Tai Fung.
  • Carne Asada Fries.
  • California Burritos.
  • No longer being landlocked.
  • An endless supply of Ballast Point Sculpin IPA.
  • A proper Navy Exchange.
  • A season pass to Disneyland.

As I type this, I have just finished preparing for the movers to pack up our household goods shipment, and am sitting in 800 square feet that look like a bomb went off inside it. I have Marie Kondo’d the majority of our belongings and have made sure that only joy will be following us to our next apartment. This change will be good, but it will certainly won’t be easy.


We are looking forward to this next chapter in our lives.