Glenwood feels right
Glenwood Springs, CO Colorado
When I first got here, the itch to be somewhere else was on me ” always. I’m not sure what I was afraid of or what I was rejecting, but travel looked so bright and shiny. If you’ve been reading my columns, you’ve heard this old song and dance before.
It’s funny, because in the last few weeks, things have changed.
I didn’t even fully realize it until right now, as I write this.
It’s not that I don’t feel an adventuresome spirit anymore. I’m still fantasizing about living in Ireland and Newfoundland and Moab, but as the weekend rolls around, I’m not hungry to get out of town.
When I leave the office tonight, I’ll be looking around Glenwood and wondering just how I’m going to make my weekend work here. I feel myself sinking into this area, and I want more of that feeling. Maybe that will mean knitting at a coffee shop or seeing “Baby Mama” with a friend. I’ll definitely pay a visit to the 5Point Film Festival in Carbondale. But whatever it takes, I just want to feel this valley.
Whoa, and where did that come from?
Maybe it stems from my recent Friday night, when I was hanging out with my friends. Let’s just say we had enough Black Nugget fun to write home about. Maybe it came from that last contra dance, where the atmosphere was so heady, feisty and quick, that I felt like I might pass out. Perhaps it was that hike I took to Hanging Lake, which is just as striking as I had heard. On Tuesday, I stopped into a coffee house in downtown Carbondale, and I knew two of the women grabbing cups of joe. I laughed with one and confided in the other. I couldn’t believe how friendly and spontaneous and casual that felt. Maybe that’s what did it.
Really, I don’t know how I got to this place in myself. I have no idea how long I’ll stay.
But I’m here now. And it feels right.
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