Why I live here? That’s a good question. I ask myself that a lot, only it sounds more like “why the hell do I live here?” There are many answers to that question. Because I have to. Because I like to challenge my tolerance level. Because all my things were packed on to a truck and delivered here. Because if I didn’t I wouldn’t be a supportive wife.
The simple answer is a job. Setting aside most of our lifelong dreams, my husband and I moved here from Seattle for a once-in-a-lifetime job that he accepted. After living here less than a year, I find I’ve been on a roller coaster ride of like and dislike with this small town called Boulder, nestled in the foothills of the Rocky Mountains. We have both lived in Denver before (it’s about twenty-five miles away), about eight years ago. We didn’t like it, so we moved. Now, we’re back, after living in San Francisco, Chicago, and Seattle. For a while, we thought we were stranded on a raft in a dead sea, devoid of any cultural outlets. However, despite all our kicking and screaming, we’re finding it just might be livable.
You see, this wasn’t exactly on our master list of places to live. Seattle. San Francisco. Chicago. Those were all on the list. But, it just so happens one of the best advertising agencies in the country is headquartered here in Boulder, and you go where the work is. So here we are. 5430 feet above sea level, with the beautiful flatiron rocks and mountains to our west, and flat farmland as far as the eye can see to our east. Surrounded by fleece, those annoying rubber gardening shoes, clogs, large sport utility vehicles and cowboys, it hasn’t been easy getting used to this town, which I like to call small, but not small-minded.
Everything there is to do in Boulder, that’s fun and exciting, can be accomplished in a day, two if you really stretch it out. There are three restaurants that a foodie like myself deems worthy; the rest are breweries and upscale fast food. I tried to get a glass of Rose wine this past summer at every restaurant in town, but no one served it. Why? Because a very small percentage of people here are interested in wine. There are barely any outlets for fashion, and my outfits, boring as I think they may be, are often stared at because they vary slightly from the norm seen ‘round these parts.
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