It took me three days of meeting people in Vail to finally meet someone else who is from Denver. Hearing about the journey's people went on, across states and countries, suddenly made my big move seem so trivial. Even so, I missed home before I even left, and my last few days in Denver were sentimentally melancholy, "bittersweet" to be cliché. Ten years it's been since I've lived in Colorado, five years in Denver, and as independently as I thought I had been living, I just now realized how heavily I relied on friends, connections, and family to get me through life. Sure, I'm only an hour and a half, two hours tops, from a familiar place I once called home, but the unfamiliarity of people, the change in lifestyle, this small town subculture, and the great unknown of my future makes me feel like I'm worlds away. I'm grateful for the loved ones in my life..old friends, new friends, family..friends who made plans to visit, parents who are on their way up right now, and all the lovelies who took the time and effort to genuinely wish me luck and good times. It must be thanksgiving. What a coincidence.
this is a great song.