It's been a week

No, it can't.
A week? Already?

Well, apparently if the calendar is still the trustworthy fellow he is, it's been a week.
A week into this incredible summer, a summer spent on top of a mountain in Colorado.

I've still so much to learn, so many people to meet.
The potential of this summer is pretty dang incredible when I sit back and let it sink in.
I'm pretty taken aback by this place.

Do not get me wrong, I am still, very much still, adjusting.
This past week has definitely tested the mettle of this college girl that's grown accustomed to city life.

No running water, outhouses instead of bathrooms, pmsing weather, below freezing temps morning and night, and ever-taunting mice]

Day 4
Day 1

But you know what, once you get past all that, once you realize those inconveniences are just that, inconveniences, life is more than alright. It's great.
You look up, you soak in the fleeting sun, you try to etch the mountains into your memory,
and the world is good.



Doing things like this, yanking myself out of my nice, little, comfort box and plopping me here, in the middle of nowhere is the best thing I could do.

I'm excited to see the person I grow into by the end of this summer.

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