SANTA FE BOUND

Driving across west Texas, the rain finally stops and the sun comes out, brightening up an enormous Texas blue sky. The familiar ten hour drive gives the perspective of distance and as the time and landscape change I begin to let go of our  home in Texas and transition to our simple adobe in Santa Fe, New Mexico. The journey becomes a time to re-calibrate and acclimatize not only to the 7,000 feet but the relaxed attitude of this artist town in the Sangre de Cristo foothills.

Our family came to know Santa Fe by mistake. We are a snow-ski-loving family that spends most winter holidays on a ski mountain. About ten years ago, we heard about a sleepy local ski area just fifteen minutes from Santa Fe, so we came Christmas holidays in 2006. Looking back, I know skiing is a big attraction for us here but true love happened when we came to find the spirit of Santa Fe.

This four-season town has a combination of sweeping vista views, pueblo architecture and history, fabulous restaurants, and too many hiking trails to discover. It is filled with newfound artists and friends. In a nutshell, I love spending half of the year here because of the feeling I have when we arrive. I slowly open the car door, step out, and take a deep breath of fresh, clean air. I feel my feet on the ground, surrounded by majestic purple mountains, and quietly but clearly, the spirit seems to call out welcome home.


Santa Fe has taught me to be more aware of the space around me and how it affects me.
 
AFFIRM: I recognize when I am in a space that makes me feel at home.

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