It was six years ago, to this day, that I ventured beyond the plains and into the mountains out west; to this place as dynamic as my twenties have been thus far.
Lately, the redundancy of a second pandemic winter has left me restive. Novelty is revitalizing, and feels all the more precious as parts of my life fall into routine.
But the past six years have taught me that stability is a fortune not to be taken for granted. And that the bustle of the early years are no less appreciated than the fortunate calm that came as their result.