Jen's Journal

I cling to our memories with quiet desperation when I think about leaving. My mother once said you can love a man your whole life and still not know everything about him. I’ve known you twenty-three years, and still, I have not seen all of you.

You with your colorful seasons and vast mountains. Like you, I too can’t decide how I’m feeling daily. Sometimes I’m a warm summer breeze and other times I’m the cloud waiting to take the sunshine away. 

Thank you for giving me a high alcohol tolerance so that when I go down to sea level, I can impress people with how much I drink.

From the dog food factories to your red rocks, from your lakes to your skyscrapers, I love everything about you. 

We don’t rush into anything here. Living in a fast-paced world doesn’t make sense. How can it when every walk outside brings you such a lovely landscape? In the summer all wildflowers coating all of your corners. In the winter, snow so sparkling it blinds me. 

I want you to know that even if I dip my toes in other places, nothing will feel more like home than you do. No matter where I am, or who I’m with, I will always come back to you.