I've officially been in Denver for 10 days and per usual it already feels as though it has been MUCH longer.  From the moment I exited the arrivals hall at DIA - Denver International Airport I have been in constant, go mode.  Tonight it's all finally hitting me, which means a Saturday night of laundry, blogging and binge drama watching, all of which I am totally okay with.  It's 8:30 and I feel like I could go to bed, but to be fair I was up at 7 for a day at the high ropes course and team building, but more on that later. 

I leave for Colorado in 2 1/2 days and I'm exactly 0% prepared, both mentally and physically.  This happens pretty much every time I transition into a new position, country, community, or anything really.  I kind of just sign up for the adventure and then flip-flop back and forth between "I can't wait it's going to be amazing" and "What the hell was I thinking?" for a few months, and then BAM it's time to go.  So, once again, here I am, one packing list in a random notebook, flight booked and 2 days to get it all together.

The thing is, I've done this routine so many times now that I have no doubts that everything will fall into place.  Actually this move should be much easier than my past few, I mean I'm staying in the same country, I'll have the same working phone the whole time, a measly 2 hour time difference, and should I forget ANYTHING, Amazon has me covered.  I'm kind of banking on the idea of throwing a few things in my travel backpack and getting on my flight, I don't want to sound too unconcerned, but I'm pretty sure this will work.  ​