Yeah, we're feeling rather bold these days, rather ballsy for taking this path. All afternoon yesterday we had to remind ourselves that we're not just visiting--we are going to live here. It's almost surreal.
Flight out was fine, even with the dregs of seating choices (Southwest, section C...we really didn't have a chance to sit together). It's very bumpy over the mountains, so I'm gonna have to get used to the turbulence or I'll be grabbing some stranger's hand when it starts to get choppy.
Mark's new home away from home, the Homewood Suites is (are) quite nice, very comfortable for the short term. And they'll feed him every night if he wants...loaded baked potato on Mondays, fajita on Tuesdays, steak every Thursday...where can I get this deal? So today we'll nest up his place a bit.
We spent the evening on Pearl St, the pedestrian walkway in downtown...very Burlington, very hip. Lots of street performers. My favorite was the 2 dudes hawking jokes for a quarter. Jokes for a quarter...now that's funny!
Took an early dinner at Riffs; small plates, very good food, especially the white bean purée which I seem to be drawn to lately. It's easy to make, cheap, healthy, classy and susceptible to any variation you could think of. 4:30 felt like dinner time to us. The sun was blazing as it sank over the mountains which rise up right at the end of Pearl. 2 guys playing guitar set up nearby so we were treated to some really fine street music...Neil, CSNY...heard Southern Cross for the first of 2 times yesterday. Some decent blues too. Mark is thinking that if the new job doesn't work out he could always come to Pearl St and play for quarters. I'm gonna encourage him to work really hard.
I had heard that Boulder was lacking in diversity and from what we could see last night it's quite true. The only person of color we came across was a contortionist plying his trade on the sidewalk. Otherwise, a homogeneous demographic, at least where we were. It made me appreciate the diversity that we have in CT. This might take some getting used to.
First impressions of this town: clean, dry air, blazing sun, brilliant sky illuminating nearby mountains. Bikers and walkers everywhere, overflowing bike racks on every street corner, the scent of patchouli wafting through the air (along with an occasional whiff of some medical grade cannabis being consumed), several small independent bookstores (so cool!), not a few young, barefoot hippie kids begging for money (on one sign: "anything will help, even a smile," which we were happy to provide), a bassoon quartet, lots of kids enjoying the kid areas--big climbing boulders that made me think of Odysseys new play area--see, I'm not crazy, kids love to climb on big rocks! Ladies in nice dresses with bike helmets, many older folks strolling in the evening air, lots of art shops, and of course, no shortage of food choices. I'm kind of hungry right now in fact.
So remember how I said that I wasn't really posting my blog in the wee hours? Well, this time I am. Wide freakin awake at 3:00am because my programmed self thinks its 5am and time to get up. This is gonna have to stop!
We're meeting with one of the realtors today, going to try to help her understand what we are looking for in our next home. Definitely a fireplace, hopefully some mountains to look at and definitely lots of room for our friends and family to come stay!
4:45...too early for coffee?
Never too early for coffee!!! but i have an addiction. :) so cool to hear the details of the new place. I know it will take some getting used to which is always a strange feeling. however, i think part of the "letting go" when undergoing a major change, is realizing that no choice is ever black and white. You always win some and lose some in every decision. but i really feel like once you sink into that feeling, ANYTHING is possible (and the longing you have doesn't feel so harsh). can't wait to see photos... PS: Enzo woke me up at 530am for his pee and then we cuddled in bed for 4 more hours! He is being a very good boy.
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