What's it like to walk down the streets of Breckenridge Colorado all by yourself when you are a 33 (almost 34) year old wife and mother to 4 sons?
It's like being 19 again, with no one relying on you for breakfast, lunch or dinner.
It's no laundry to clean and fold, no meat to defrost for dinner.
It's breathing deep, as deep as you can, because there are no petty fights to break up between little boys.
It's walking slow, even slower than you want, just because you have no place to be.
It's no one waiting on you, no one expecting from you, just your own leisurely pace to be accountable to.
It's fully admiring the breath taking view for as long or as short as you want because there's no one complaining that they're hungry or they have to pee.
It is wonderful and it's terrible all at the same time, and for the same reason.
Because there is no one.
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