Tonight is the anniversary of the eve of my departure from Boone, Iowa. Goodbyes had been occurring all day, actually all week, but my last day of work was difficult. I was leaving a wonderful staff and had many friends whom I would miss. Thoughtful gifts and cards were graciously accepted from friends, family, and even clients. One year later, I still have clients that ask how I'm doing and whether or not I am coming back (to which the answer is "no").
For the first time in my adult life, I knew the adventure that I was about to embark on was right. I was going out into the world alone. I could reinvent myself, start over, and move on. I didn't know anyone in Missoula, but I was okay with that. I knew that in time, great friendships would be made and Missoula would become home to me.
How have I done? Very well indeed! I'm happy to say that I have a wonderful group of friends that share common interests, a great boyfriend whom I learn something from everyday, a fantastic apartment that has put me smack dab in the middle of everything it seems, and of course, I have my work. I am happy here, and I am home.
So much has changed in the past year. I can only hope that it has all been for the better. The only change that is a visual one would be a picture of myself. Both were taken on June 17, the one on the left last year, and the one on the right, this year.