The Rocky Mountain State

It was a humid Saturday morning, 79 degrees, and I could feel the sweat dripping down my back just walking outside. It was time to say goodbye to my roommate. I was trekking over 1000 miles to a new beginning, a fresh start. All the other goodbyes had been said, but this one was one of the hardest. Obviously not goodbye forever, but for the time being it would be different without the buddy that I spent everyday with over the past year. It would be hard without all of my friends and family that I loved and had invested in for years. 

But my dream was calling, I had to go. Since I was six years old, I had dreamt of the mountains; those days that I could wake up and drive to the most incredible place I had ever been. The place where I felt one with the earth, one with nature and one with God. The mountains are where I belonged. So I made the decision, I was not going to let anything hold me back, I was heading to the Rocky Mountain State.

Now on that hot, humid December morning I said goodbye to my best friend and set off on a 22 hour journey that would set way to a new beginning.

I am writing now, about three and a half months into this new beginning. The transition has been filled with ups and downs. Nothing could have prepared me for the way I would miss my friends and family back home. By far the hardest part of leaving is the absence of the people who mean the most to me. And not the absence of their friendship but the absence of their presence in my life day to day. At times it has been lonely, but this has allowed me to learn how to be on my own, and to rely on God for every need that I have, emotionally and physically.

The good though, has outweighed the tough moments and my dream has become reality. This move has been nothing short of incredible. I look back at my four years of college and am so thankful for the friends in my life who showed me the grace and love of God and helped me grow into who I have become. This dream would not have been possible without that support and growth. 

Over the last few months, I have been all over the place and made tons of new friends. Working several jobs to get by, my goal has been to experience and enjoy life. 

I have accomplished my goal through ski season and to date I have 37 days on the mountain. I have made countless friends and have become involved in a group called SFC (Skiers and Snowboarders for Christ). I conquered the Incline, mountain biked on snowy trails, and have snowshoed with nothing but the moonlit trail. As ski season wraps up, I look forward to summer and what's in store: Red Rocks, mountain biking, hiking and climbing. I have done so much in these last three months, but there is so much more fun to be had.

This move has made me appreciate the state I used to call home. Louisiana and its people will always hold a special place in my heart. Those lifelong friendships will always be cherished and I am excited for the day I get to show them my new home. But as I look back, I do not think I could have made a better decision to make the move. I am so excited to see what God has for me throughout the rest of the year and I am so stoked for the new friendships I already have and the ones that are yet to come. But for now I will live out each day, one new adventure at a time.

Much love homies.

-Bear