Chapter Twenty-Seven: Wanderlust
I have always wanted to live anywhere else in the world other than where I currently am. I have a very serious wanderlust (also known as the grass is most certainly greener where you live syndrome). Luckily for me I know I am not alone in this wanderlusting. I have been lucky enough to live by the beach growing up, live in one of the greatest towns in the world (Austin) for college, I discovered my true love of flowers in Dallas, and carried it out in Houston (for 8 years). I was beyond lucky to be moved by my company to NYC (a city I had wanted to live in since I was 13). Savannah was the best of the best, on every single level and I really just can't believe I had the privilege of living in that magical town for 2 years. I had the amazing opportunity to return to Austin for a few years-and while those years were hard, they were also very very good on so many levels. And now we are lucky to live in the community we do here in Marietta. I never wanted to live here but today I am grateful we do. The sense of community here is strong and real and I can't tell you what that means to me.
Brad and I have been dealing with our own demons as of late and are so hopeful that we can get through this rough patch. We sold his 1995 Jeep to an old friend of mine in Aspen (part of the healing and letting go process), so we drove by ourselves in the soft top jeep all the way to Colorado. I am going to break it down for you here and include how my brain spins and turns and thinks.
We left Marietta on Friday, February 26th around noon. I agreed to go on this journey so that Brad would be trapped in the car with me for 3 days and I could yell at him-release some of my anger. I conveniently forgot how LOUD this jeep was on the highway-so there wasn't much yelling (which turned out to be a blessing in disguise). We drove straight to Nashville-a town I had been dying to visit for a very long time. Although we loved the Airbnb we stayed in, I wasn't overly impressed with Nashville. I mean-yes-if I were a multi-millionaire then I might feel differently, but I still love Austin way more (so we can cross Nashville off the list of possibly wanting to move).
We woke up and were out of Nashville by 9am Saturday morning. Brad kept talking about this town called Paducah, Kentucky and all I could think was "Why in the world would anyone go there?". Then we went and oh my goodness, now I think there is no reason to miss this sweet little town with a thriving artist community. (Wanderlust has hit). We parked in front of a gorgeous early 1900s home that was for sale and looked it up just for fun-4 bedroom, 3 bath historic home for sale for $250,000. Umm, yes please. Sadly, we had to leave this charming town as we did have a final destination. We drove straight to St. Louis, Missouri so we could eat a very late lunch at Death in the Afternoon-a beautiful spot downtown (no urge to move). We then continued our journey to Kansas City, MO where we landed around 7:30pm. We were so tired and still full from our lunch that we literally fell into bed and saw none of the city. As we crossed the bridge and entered into KS, KS I did understand why people seem to love this old town-but I still wanted to move to Paducah.
We drove across the state of Kansas for hours (and hours and hours) and saw little to nothing. once we finally hit Colorado we still had hours to go before we arrived in Denver. Oh but Denver-what an awesome city. I get why 600 people move to Denver a day. We stayed at Hotel Teatro and honestly I don't think I have ever received such service. The first thing we did was visit a dispensary-which was completely surreal and felt like we were living in the future. First, let me explain my relationship with marijuana. I grew up with the very straight mindset of staying clear of any recreational drug. I broke up with boyfriends because of their stoner habits in college. I was an advocate of staying away from anything illegal. And then we had our car accident and our world totally changed. I took prescription pain pills for months. I tried creams. I tried acupuncture. I tried massage and pilates and yoga. And I finally tried to smoke a little weed (this was probably 3 years ago). It definitely helped with the pain because it just completely relaxed me and I only did it at night after the kids were asleep. That being said, I hated to smoke it. Really hated it, so I didn't do it too often. And after that, I never did it again. Fast forward to Denver. Brad and I went to dinner at an old boyfriends's house and stayed pretty late catching up. We spent the night in our awesome hotel then woke for our drive to Aspen. Before we got in the jeep I had a square of my edible weed candy bar that I swear was the best thing I have ever tasted. And then I just sat. And waited. For something. Finally, about 2 hours later, my entire body started to tingle and I was just happy and most importantly, not hurting one bit. So as we leave Denver, I definitely want to live there. And when we drive into Aspen, I definitely want to live there. And when we drive into Vail, I definitely want to live there. And when we drive into Boulder, I definitely want to live there. And when we drive back into Denver, I definitely want to live there. And as we fly home to Marietta, I think about Paducah and all of it's charm. And when we land in Atlanta and hop in our Uber home to Marietta and it is cold and raining and all around miserable with the traffic and I definitely don't want to live here. But then we round the corner to our little house where our kids are and our dogs and our bed and our home and I definitely want to live there. For now. Today. But I still think Sydney sounds amazing. And Austin is always inviting. And Savannah will always be my second home. And Paducah really might be heaven on earth. And the entire state of Colorado is just the best place ever. And we haven't even started talking about my hometown of Corpus Christi, Texas. (ps-the moral to the story is that it is a-ok to think that other places are awesome and if you want to move, just do it if it is right for you and your people). Also-if you don't agree with my thoughts on weed I 100% support you and your opinion is important. I am speaking for myself and how it has helped me with my chronic pain. I am not a druggie nor am I exposing my children to any of this.