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March in Boulder is always my favorite month. It's warm for one thing. It's probably about 65 degrees outside at the moment and sunny. Spring likes to come early here. Of course, there's always the blizzards in April and early May to look forward to if you feel cheated out of winter, but who cares? I've got most of this month to look forward to in terms of sunshine and good weather.
This wasn't supposed to be a bragging post, but it's definitely turning out that way. For those in Vermont, just keep in mind that come September, I'll be living in a city with one of the crappiest weather patterns in the United States: Olympia, Washington.
From the sunniest place in the country to the rainiest. I must be fucking nuts.
In a surprise serendipitous move, one of my favorite local bands, Strangers Die Everyday is moving to Portland, which is about an hour from Olympia, in September. Maybe I can, I dunno, hitch a ride out there with them. Road Trip with a bunch of crazy musician types, hmmm...
My perspective of Boulder has changed, both because of this amazing weather (thanks global warming!), and because the date of my leaving is practically LOOMING. Not because its close (it's still 5 months away) but because it's so strange. I made Boulder my home, pretty much. And while it definitely drives me up the fucking wall and I cannot WAIT to be going to a secular school (Buddhists don't get on my nerves as much as Christians, but it's close), I'll still be sad to leave it.
I'm getting sentimental. Thinking of the past and worrying about the future. Richard, my survival skills teacher, would be disappointed.
By the way, I fucking love that class. Even if nothing else had made the two years I've spent in Boulder worth it (which isn't true), this class would have.
But back to my life. I realized that I'm seriously weirded out by the idea of living on the West Coast. Growing up, that whole part of the country was considered the antithesis of New England. Hardly anybody knew someone who lived on the West Coast; it was like the other side of the world. If you had asked me when I was fourteen or younger, could I imagine myself living out there, the answer would have be a definite No.
All of that has been coming back up. And it's silly, I know it is. I can't imagine why I should be freaked out more by moving there than I was when moving to Colorado. Maybe it's because I actually visited Colorado, spent some time here, and managed to fall in love with Boulder in the two hours I spent here.
I'm visiting Olympia at the end of the month. I guess we'll see.
I'll probably love it, I think. Whenever I visit another city, I just fall in love with it. It happened in Santa Cruz, Montreal, San Francisco, London, Edinburgh. And Boulder. And that one...
This wasn't supposed to be a bragging post, but it's definitely turning out that way. For those in Vermont, just keep in mind that come September, I'll be living in a city with one of the crappiest weather patterns in the United States: Olympia, Washington.
From the sunniest place in the country to the rainiest. I must be fucking nuts.
In a surprise serendipitous move, one of my favorite local bands, Strangers Die Everyday is moving to Portland, which is about an hour from Olympia, in September. Maybe I can, I dunno, hitch a ride out there with them. Road Trip with a bunch of crazy musician types, hmmm...
My perspective of Boulder has changed, both because of this amazing weather (thanks global warming!), and because the date of my leaving is practically LOOMING. Not because its close (it's still 5 months away) but because it's so strange. I made Boulder my home, pretty much. And while it definitely drives me up the fucking wall and I cannot WAIT to be going to a secular school (Buddhists don't get on my nerves as much as Christians, but it's close), I'll still be sad to leave it.
I'm getting sentimental. Thinking of the past and worrying about the future. Richard, my survival skills teacher, would be disappointed.
By the way, I fucking love that class. Even if nothing else had made the two years I've spent in Boulder worth it (which isn't true), this class would have.
But back to my life. I realized that I'm seriously weirded out by the idea of living on the West Coast. Growing up, that whole part of the country was considered the antithesis of New England. Hardly anybody knew someone who lived on the West Coast; it was like the other side of the world. If you had asked me when I was fourteen or younger, could I imagine myself living out there, the answer would have be a definite No.
All of that has been coming back up. And it's silly, I know it is. I can't imagine why I should be freaked out more by moving there than I was when moving to Colorado. Maybe it's because I actually visited Colorado, spent some time here, and managed to fall in love with Boulder in the two hours I spent here.
I'm visiting Olympia at the end of the month. I guess we'll see.
I'll probably love it, I think. Whenever I visit another city, I just fall in love with it. It happened in Santa Cruz, Montreal, San Francisco, London, Edinburgh. And Boulder. And that one...