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Friday, May 18, 2018

you're dead a long time

Officially back “home” from Park City, UT after spending the past 6 months there. It’s been a whirl wind of a ride to say the least…but one of the best whirl winds of my life. It’s hard to put into words how I feel about the time I spent out west, but to sum it up—it completely changed my life. 

Leaving my comfortable life in New York and moving to small ski town in Utah (completely alone) was THE most challenging thing I’ve ever done—but it was also the most rewarding. 

There were many lonely nights, tears cried, sad times, and “WTF am I doing here?” moments…but there was by far more growth, new experiences, fun, accomplishments and bucket list items checked off. Since I’ve been home, not a day has gone by that I haven’t thought about my time out west. Never in my life have I felt so free and independent as I did while I was there. 

I told my parents recently that sometimes you don’t realize the best moments of your life until they’ve passed by. If I could go back and do my journey out west all over again…I would do it in a heartbeat. The same path, the same mistakes, the same job, the same people, the same bars, the same music, the same road trips…everything.

Park City, UT — Jackson Hole, WY — Steamboat Springs, CO … three little towns that have forever left a tremendous imprint on my heart. I can still remember exactly how I felt in every moment that I spent in these tiny little towns. I still remember the rush of skiing down Ninety Nine 90 at the top of Park City Ski Resort for my first time—fear and excitement all wrapped up in one. The feeling of walking up and down Main Street and looking in the store fronts. I remember the feeling of (literally) “skiing in the clouds” at Jackson Hole and taking a shot of whiskey at The Million Dollar Cowboy bar sitting on a horse saddle having conversations with random old men. I remember walking around the town of Steamboat Springs with the frigid air on my face, accidentally eating elk and going back to the Slopeside Bar to have a “Butcher Knife Amputator IPA” with a guy I had just met who I felt as though I had known forever. 

Every slope I skied, every road trip I took, every person I met, every beer and wine I drank… I remember it like it was yesterday. The person I was before I left and the person I am now…are two completely different people. In fact, coming home hasn’t been as smooth as a transition as I thought it would be. 

I just feel different. 

“It's a funny thing coming home. Nothing changes. Everything looks the same, feels the same, even smells the same. You realize what's changed, is you.” 

Some of you must be wondering if I’ll be headed back next ski season…and the truth is, I will not. It was a wildly incredible experience…but once was enough for ski town living (for me). As for what’s next…I guess you’ll have to wait and see. 

For anyone who is reading this that is thinking about taking a chance in their life, making a big change, totally switching things up…I encourage you to just do it! It’s scary, sure…but soooooo worth the memories and reward. The truth is, your comfort zone will always be there…you can always go back to it…so you might as well take the jump. Go after something you’ve wanted to do your whole life, start the business, ask that person out, uproot your life… just do it. 

You’re dead a long time.

Keep on keepin’ on—
XX, Laura