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I have been in Denver now for almost two weeks ( tomorrow will be my anniversary ) and I have such mixed feelings. Love is here, love for the city that is, but TRUE love seems to be in a different time zone. In many ways I am still in Mankato, waiting. Couch crashing, now on my second couch in as many weeks, is interesting to say the least. Cat was lovely enough to offer me her bed while she is gone but you know that just seems a bit odd to me so the sofa is where I shall sleep. In essence right now I am homeless, I have no address to call my own and I am living out of two suitcases, still better than how I felt before I left MN. My friends are missed there, and my friends have been very supportive here...but I just think that I lost something so dear between there and here. What if the plane crashed and I just don't realize I am dead yet? I mean I wouldn't know hell from heaven or vice versa. Perhaps this is purgatory. In many ways I am still in Mankato, waiting.