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The alarm went off at 5am Friday. I hopped into the shower, put on my uniform, kissed Tim and the pups goodbye, and called a Lyft to take me to the airport for a 7am flight to Denver. I was off to see Isabella (second to last pic above), a friend from Oklahoma who I’ve known over 30 years, for a girls’ weekend adventure.
My first stop was Tattered Cover bookstore (of course). A few hours later, she picked me up and our journey began. For three days we sipped matcha lattes, stayed up late chatting and reading fireside at our adorable AirBnB, explored Summit County (my home 23 years ago post-college), dipped into Indian Hot Springs, enjoyed live music at Little Bear Saloon, reminisced and dreamed.
Before heading back to DC, I met up with Lisa (last photo) who was one of the first and beloved Tranquil Space teachers before moving out west in 2006. We realized it’s been nearly a decade since we last saw one another and, similar to Isabella, it felt so good to pick up where we’d left off. She’s recently launched L’eela, a CBD-infused skincare line. Listen for her story in an upcoming podcast and TDJ Soiree attendees will get to enjoy samples in their luxe goody bags.
Tim and the pups picked me up at the airport late Monday night and we headed to the Tidal Basin area to see the cherry blossoms. As always, it feels good to be home and, yet, my head is still spinning from the nostalgic whirlwind tour out west.
The DKNY outlet in Silverthorne where I worked has closed. My former second-floor studio apartment that sits adjacent to I 70 now has a new inhabitant. The Gold Pan Saloon in Breckenridge where I spent many weekends dancing into the wee hours to ABBA’s “Dancing Queen” still reeks of alcohol. I spent time with two dear souls who meant so much to me over the years and then, poof, we’re back to our own realities. Isn’t life funny that way? Grateful for the memories and moments. Bisous. x
