Somewhere in the middle

I leave for VA in a couple of hours and I feel very "meh" about it.  In the past few months, I have gone because my workload has been overwhelming and these trips have been necessary.  While in the HQ office, I worked long hours, fell straight into bed at night, and the whole time was a blur until the plane ride home.  This time, I think, will be somewhat different because it is mostly training and transitioning so that someone else will do all this work.

There might be one or two happy hours already scheduled.  They know how to roll out the red carpet.

Plus, I have to say it's hard to leave my city now that spring has sprung.

I'm not dreading this trip, but I'm not exactly looking forward to it, either.  I'm somewhere in the middle.  It is a good chance for me to spend some face time with the majority of my coworkers; it's a chance for me to spend a few hours close to our old neighborhood; it's a chance to spice things up (job-wise) for just a few days.

My feelings also validate our decision to move here.  We were right.  We felt very strongly that we would like love it here, and we do.  I don't even care if it's just self-fulfilling prophecy.

Some more pics of a budding new season:

See you peeps on the other side.  :)

Also, we are revving up the Denver Supper Club blog.  Check it out here for some good recipes.