And so it ends...

My last day living in Telluride, Colorado, will be Saturday, September 15th, when at 2pm precisely I will board a tiny, 40 passenger Canadair jet (you know, the one with the extra comfy seats and the cabin so short the flight attendents have to crane their necks as they come down the aisle) on my way to Boston. Home.

But it's not over. Actually, it's just beginning. Because a few days later, I'll join the rest of the Telluride crew in their tiny, cramped van (8 passenger) on their way to Woods Hole and Martha's Vineyard, where we will unpack our bags in 15 houses and hotels around the old whaling community of Edgartown along with the rest of the company from all over the nation, and where I will be receiving my very first, honest to God, job offer. Say hello to Jamanda, soon to be Martha's Vineyard local and official preditor (producer/editor)!

Pretty SWEET!

I'll have a week at home before I officially start on October 1st, so if anyone is in the area, I'd love to hang out. Also, once I find a place to stay, you all have an open invitation to visit anytime you want. Fall on the vineyard is absolutely spectacular; the weather is still nice, the water still warm, and the crowds have all left to go back to their jobs/school/retirement homes in Miami.

I'm going to miss Telluride. I've made some great friends. I'm going to miss free transportation, deer running across the road, marmots under the gondola, the free box, my unfurnished apartment, Olathe sweet sweet corn, Tommy's Pub, my dance classes, and mountains. I've gotten to participate in or get free passes to events that people travel to from all over the world. In a few weekends, I'll be rubbing shoulders with the rich and famous during the Telluride Film Fest (second only to Sundance) when I usher at the theater events. I can't imagine it getting much better.

But it will. Because I'm coming home, to all of you, who will find it much easier to visit a small island off Cape Cod rather then making your way over mountain ranges and hundreds of miles to a rural, resort town called Telluride. And I'll find it easier to get to you all, too.

And so it begins...