The first time I went to the NY Sheep and Wool festival in Rhinebeck was after Joey and I first moved to NYC from Texas over three years ago. We had just made this momentous life change; we had let go of everything that kept us grounded and safe so we could see where life would take us. That day turned out to be so much more than a trip to see some sheep and buy some yarn; the drive up was one of the most wonderful experiences I’ve ever had as we listened to music, experienced the changing fall leaves and enjoyed each other’s company. It was one of those iconic days where everything comes together- the sights, the sounds, the smells- and after it’s all over and done with you know that you just experienced a magical day that you will remember forever.
In the years between that trip and now, as October rolled in bringing fall winds and changing leaves, we would try to plan another trip but life would get in the way. “Next year,” we’d say, knowing that it was a trip that we both really wanted to take again. This year as October rolled in, we found ourselves again with life getting in the way. Only this time it’s because we’re on the precipice of another big change; we’re moving back to Texas to follow an opportunity that’s presented itself and we couldn’t be happier. But we also knew that this year would be our last chance to recreate that magical trip.
So it was no surprise to me that this past weekend I found myself getting chills as we drove upstate on those small winding highways once again, as I watched fiery orange and yellow leaves let go of their stable trees and start blowing about in the strong winds, unsure of where they would finally land. And I was left with was a sense of completion, a sense that we’ve come full circle with what we came here to do. The path that we knew we had to follow is finally leading us back home, only now we’re wiser and changed for the better from the journey.