the dream

I'm moving to Denver. For 3 years. I got the full-ride scholarship. I am excited but afraid. I am excited for adventure, but don't want to go. Colorado has always been a place that I could see myself, but I love my family and friends.

Just wanted to update you, sorry I haven't written much lately, it has been a different level of busy lately.

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