Six years ago this week, I took a trip to Breckenridge with a group of my soul sisters and our families -- 16 of us together under one rented roof, cooking, playing games, and soaking in the hot tub. Some spent days skiing, some exploring the town.
My family stayed one day longer than the others. On the morning when all our friends had departed, my then-husband and my kid also went off to ski. There I was, suddenly all alone in this gorgeous AirBnB, which was left sparkly clean by my thoughtful friends. I sat fireside at a table with fresh tulips, warm tea, and my laptop, ready to dive into some writing while gazing out at the beautiful mountain view.
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