I went home this weekend and got to feel the power of my hometown air. It was this weekend that I decided something really important. I have decided that it never really gets easier and you never really feel grown up. Ever. You just learn to walk the line in hopes that your desires of evolving in a new place are indeed stronger than your ones of always feeling the safety of your mothers arms.

Virginia Woolf claimed that she was rooted but she flowed. I hope I do the same. My roots are so very deep. I will always order an Intense Energy at Inta Juice and look towards the Twin Peaks and feel the memories of summer evenings, even in the dead of winter. I will always feel comfort of Main Street's consistency and devotion to the folks that keep it so very alive. I will always look towards Silver Creek and remember the girl that loved a temporary place so deeply that it could shake its foundation. I will turn into the driveway of my little loving home and be thrown back to the anxiety I would feel during the late nights of having to explain why I was coming come late to my mom. I remember the fights with boys, the tears with cheer, and the copious amounts of food with friends. And I remember those things with such admiration and zero regrets. It was my place for eighteen years. It taught me how to stand by things that I believe in and because of that, I will always sand by and be rooted in Longmont, Colorado.

But just like that, a new place will bring emotional memories, insane inspiration, earth-shattering humility, and constant empowerment.

I have decided life is a lot of transitions, just like this hectic one above. Our roots teach us how to handle these transitions. Talking to people, listening to others, ignoring ignorance, and reaching in new directions. Transitions last years sometimes. I suppose that is why Virginia Woolf knew to remain rooted, yet flow with unpredictable wind.

I have decided that this is growing up and I have decided that I am happy that I haven't died yet.