I'm spending a couple here-nor-there days in Taos, which has the perfect mystical quality to absorb in-between angst. I like to describe it as "all the magic of my hometown, minus the baggage and obligation."
|Casita Montoya, home for 2 nights.|
|The fantasticness of Taos is making my pictures blurry.|
This morning I went for a walk to see if the "within walking distance to the Plaza!" claim made for my casita was an exaggeration.
|It's like they knew I was coming...|
God, I love it here. I hate repeating myself, but it is so magical. I'm excited for a new life in Colorado, but even more excited for the tides to turn again and lead us here to stay. Someday. Once I move fully from here to there.