Denver, mile high
Just got back from a week in the ol' hometown.
The past 8 days were spent packing up my childhood home as my mom is moving (all of a mile). 35 years of crap piled up in every imaginable (and unimaginable) place. My mom was surprised when one day, while sitting on my bed looking at my baseball cards (the only thing I have left in her possession), I told her that I couldn't believe I was finally losing my room. She didn't realize at first that I'd only had the one room all my life. My brothers had bounced around from bedroom to bedroom. I had kept the same room for all 30 years. Granted I haven't lived there in over a decade, but.. it's still the bed I picked out at age 15. The same crappy shelves that have been in the closet my whole life. I wasn't upset, or sad, just... surprised.
The trip was great though. It was long enough that I got to spend quality time with my friends. By chance my best friend was in town as well. We've managed to see each other more this year than in any of the past five. We only got to hang out one night, and half of that was spent taking care of her 6 year old niece, but it was good. The last night was the best, a fantastic night of dinner and drinks with my core group of friends. There is something amazing about spending an evening with people you've known for over a decade, close to two in one case.
And then my friend Sharon dropped by, I think that maybe, just maybe, I convinced her to get out of Denver. She's been there too long, her job is ending, she needs a change. And I just happen to have an open room.
The past 8 days were spent packing up my childhood home as my mom is moving (all of a mile). 35 years of crap piled up in every imaginable (and unimaginable) place. My mom was surprised when one day, while sitting on my bed looking at my baseball cards (the only thing I have left in her possession), I told her that I couldn't believe I was finally losing my room. She didn't realize at first that I'd only had the one room all my life. My brothers had bounced around from bedroom to bedroom. I had kept the same room for all 30 years. Granted I haven't lived there in over a decade, but.. it's still the bed I picked out at age 15. The same crappy shelves that have been in the closet my whole life. I wasn't upset, or sad, just... surprised.
The trip was great though. It was long enough that I got to spend quality time with my friends. By chance my best friend was in town as well. We've managed to see each other more this year than in any of the past five. We only got to hang out one night, and half of that was spent taking care of her 6 year old niece, but it was good. The last night was the best, a fantastic night of dinner and drinks with my core group of friends. There is something amazing about spending an evening with people you've known for over a decade, close to two in one case.
And then my friend Sharon dropped by, I think that maybe, just maybe, I convinced her to get out of Denver. She's been there too long, her job is ending, she needs a change. And I just happen to have an open room.