So we've moved away from our "bower" in Kansas City to embark on new and strange adventures in Colorado, which is nothing short of beautiful and bountiful — of white middle class! Kidding, but seriously: Boulder is a little white-washed. I'm pretty put-off by this… not to mention Boulder is a college town. I never really liked the crowd even when I was in college, and living in the thick-of-it (on "The Hill" a.k.a. Greek Town) as a young professional with a salary and bills and loans to pay, it's kind of annoying. Listen, I was annoying in college too; It has nothing to do with Colorado University's fine student body. It's just … culturally shocking.
I guess I lied a little just now; We don't actually "live" in Boulder—unless you consider sleeping on your coworker's floor "living." Sean and I are basically homeless, living out of a storage unit—but, at least we both have jobs! Right before we moved here, like the same week, a wildfire wiped out much of Boulder and Sunshine Canyon and burnt a corner of our new house. (We're lucky it didn't burn the whole town down, honestly.) Landlord's insurance is covering not only the said corner's repair, but also a full renovate. This is awesome because the last tenant had 3 dogs, a disability, and a filthy hoarding habit. What a blessing in disguise…
Don't let my ranting indicate otherwise; We are loving it here. I purchased Rocky Mountain National Park year-passes, bought an axe for Sean's rustic endeavors in the mountains, and am really enjoying the Southwestern food.
