Let me take you back to the beginning of October for a moment as I glance at my laptop screen, wondering if this is an actual position. Lost and Found? I have been looking through over a thousand job positions in the last few months, and this never once came up as a possibility. I remember thinking, This is a silly position. I was about to close the window to continue my job search when an old memory tugged at my heart.
I was probably only eleven years old when I found myself searching frantically in the sand dunes on the hills behind my school for the super-awesome necklace my beloved grandma gave me. I think it is the first time I can recall dealing with such deep disappointment and loss. It wasn’t just a necklace, it was a whistle as well (already, as a little girl, I loved gadgets for the outdoors). I loved this necklace with all my heart. This little necklace wrapped around my neck for a few years, was part of me and a reminder of my grandma’s love.
I still have a clear vision of that day. Losing this necklace felt like I lost something else that day, or, as I like to see it now, I gained a compassionate heart with this painful experience.
I reopened the job post to apply. Suddenly, the position of a Lost and Found Attendant didn’t feel silly anymore.
I am starting my second week, and I love it!
My housing is a ten-minute walk from my desk. I can take a shuttle, however, I can’t get enough of the beautiful mountains around me. I leave my room half an hour before my starting time just so I can breathe in this gorgeous landscape. The mornings are frigid cold, so I bundle up and embrace the cold just for another chance to be at one with the mountain.
I enjoy sharing my time with my coworkers, Mariah and Chandler. They are both in their 20s, but that doesn’t stop me from finding common ground with both of them. The Lost and Found is part of the Security team, and truly, everyone here is super friendly. Melissa runs the department smoothly with a lot of respect and kindness.
On my days off, I play in the snow!
I am slowly getting stronger and finding the courage to ski faster, take different lifts, and experience different trails. I even started to relax as I rode the lifts. That’s a total improvement!
Just across the road, there are a few hiking trails. How can I ask for more?
All night, the white powder came down from the sky, covering the mountains with a beautiful white layer. As I walk to work, the sun highlights the beauty that takes my breath away. The sound of the fluffy powder underneath me crackles in a magical, soft sound, sealing the joy of the beginning of another happy day.
At four, I get the news that part of my building is affected by water line damage, and I need to come and take what I need to move to the hotel next door for the night. I don’t think much can affect me since I am on the first floor (it is a four-floor building). Unfortunately, I am wrong, and my room is one big puddle of water. Well, at least I don’t have to wash my floor this week. I don’t know if there is any damage to my belongings yet. I quickly toss aside my bedding to put what I can on top of my bed, and hope it will dry overnight.
For now, I enjoy my own bathroom and a softer mattress.
Good morning, Tuesday, my weekend time. It’s been snowing since last night, with no intention to stop until tomorrow morning. YAY!
Since I still need to experience skiing in those conditions, I am waiting patiently to ski with Khy (we both work for the same department—Security) tomorrow morning. Anyway, for now, I need to take the day to dry my floor and get my room back in order. Luckily, nothing got damaged. However, I am still not allowed to stay overnight in my room, which I am not pleased about, but it is what it is.
It is SO amazingly beautiful! I have to squeeze in a hike between groceries and laundry (my laundry bag was on the floor, and now they are soaked.)
Pure winter wonderland! The white layer on the hunter green trees is breathtaking. The only sound are the snowflakes hitting my jacket. I am wearing my spikes, which makes it a bit easier to hike in the deep snow, however, it is still quite a push. Thirty minutes into the hike, I stop. I am exhausted. I take my backpack off, turn my back to the deep snow, and fall back. I lay there for a while, relaxing in the chill of the snow and enjoy a peaceful moment. That’s a Kodak moment for sure, but my hands are too short for a selfie. Honestly, right now, I just want to take that spontaneous moment for what it is.
On my way back, I met a lovely local family, so I took the opportunity to redo my fun moment in the snow.
So much is happening...
I will keep it for the next posts.
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