It’s forcing me and my husband to search for outlets of culture, to not rest on our laurels and become victims of banality. We aren’t settling for Boulder. Instead, we’re trying to make the most of it. We’re seeing more movies than ever, because our thirst for something cultural has led us there. We’re cooking more, and exploring the unseen territories of our kitchen, because with very few options for a good dining experience, our dining room table looks better all the time. We’re planning more trips, for obvious reasons. We’re looking for volunteer opportunities. We’re riding our bikes a lot. We’re camping. We’re doing things that we left behind in our previous life because there were so many other diversions and exciting adventures to be had. Now, we’re back to basics. And, I think we’re becoming okay with it.
We won’t live here forever. But for the time being, we’re allowing ourselves to be landlocked. The charm and honesty of Boulder is contagious. And as for the question, “Why I live here,” well, maybe it’s to check in with reality. Or maybe, it’s to find ourselves again. Maybe it’s to become reacquainted with nature and simplicity. I suspect it might be because no matter how much you plan your life and map out the fantastic places you will live, life will most certainly take you to the place you least expect.
