Virginia lured me calmly, with a polite slightly southern drawl and the quiet confidence of a city that's stood through the centuries. I connected with my family; three hours talking porcelain with my grandma (yes, I could barely keep my eyes open, but oh my being there meant so much to her), burgers and beer with my aunt, days and days with my momma. Moving there would be so easy - I have a free place to stay, lots of connections for jobs, an easy in to a creative group, and even possibly a new (to me) car. But is it where I want to be? Is it easy because it's right or just too easy?
My gut's not giving me any answers; I think it wants to weigh all the options first. So, with that said: Colorado, you're up. Show me what you've got.
Flying into Denver, I was just as excited as flying into Sydney, Australia. How funny is that? A new place is a new place, no matter how exotic - it always gives me a fluttery thrill. I was like a little kid, craning my neck to see past the wing to the mountains and flat, reaching farmland. As we touched down, it was all giant sky and golden fields, stretching like the yellow brick road to Emerald City, Denver's skyscrapers huddled together on the horizon like a distant, steely oasis.
My BFF picked me up from the airport & took me to her home. It is surreal; she got married and moved to Denver a little over a year ago, and seeing someone I've known since I was 13 in this new adult life feels peculiar. It's beautiful - she's so in love and her home is comfy and fitting - but it feels like a strange dream, unfamiliar and surprising but natural and so completely right.
She and her husband J gave me a quick driving tour of Park Hill, where they live, through downtown, and to The Highlands for a happy hour dinner of appetizers and wine on the rooftop of Vita, watching the sun set over the city skyline. She has about eight million things in mind for me to do while I'm here (hilarious and adorable!), and it seems like Denver's got a pretty great social scene, from the microbreweries on every corner (and a biking tour of them!) to the "Canvas and Cocktails" painting class she's been waiting to take with me. She keeps saying "when you move here..."
She also keeps asking me, "has Denver woo'd you yet?" I tell her, this is our first date; I'm not that easy.
Com'on Denver, woo the crap out of me.
Today I am so happy and grateful for:
~ Jet Blue's free in-flight TV and snacks, and free checked bag
~ laughing with my BFF
~ homemade zucchini walnut pineapple muffins