Anyway, as is always the case when I hit Colorado it always means adjusting back to my life I am used to as a Coloradan. It's normally a switch I can make pretty easily, and this time is no different. Being able to veg in our house to watch movies (there is no cable here..so dang, no real TV), being able to look out my patio doors and see a back yard, being annoyed by the children in the house across from us (yesterday they were submerging fireworks into snowballs and lighting them up..FUN!) is all a part of what makes me love Colorado. Aside from Doug and I still trying to get use to the cold temps, life back here has been good. It always helps to get a chance for us to hit Colorado and reconnect. Like a little shot of hometown love.
While home, a few nights ago, we got the chance to go see the movie Milk. This movie has been out for a few weeks back in Cali, but I told Doug it was a must in my holiday movie viewing and convinced him to go see it. By far..one of the best movies we have seen all year. If Sean Penn does not win an Oscar, something is wrong. But what was interesting, was seeing a movie like that here. While I love my little cow-town, it is no lie that Colorado is a very conservative state. I notice that more since moving away. So to see a movie like Milk, about the first openly gay individual to hold public office, well lets just say I expected about 3 people in the movie theater in there with us. While the Fort Collins audiences surprised me, Doug and I both noted seeing a movie in California like Milk might have garnered a wider audience. It did make me sad that something that happened so long ago in the 70s, some of the themes, discussions, etc could have taken place recently with the passing of Prop 8. But alas, I will not get on my soapbox. For all who are looking for a good movie, I highly recommend it.
Coming home has also meant a trip up to Estes Park to see the Elks roaming in Rocky Mountain National Park. While we didn't get a chance to snowshoe today (but might this week as Doug reminded me we left old snowshoes here at the house, I always love going up there. So peaceful to see the snow wisk off the mountains. It was worth almost getting car sick with all the windy turns.
Lastly, coming home means catching up with old friends, new friends, and family. This trip since it is a bit longer is no different. I am hoping to have lunch/dinner with my good friend from college, my close friend from my first job after college (who never ceases to make laugh..you know who you are Paula :D) and coincidently also to catch up with LONNNNNNG lost friends if the weather cooperates. Through the power of social networking, in this last year I have caught up with old friend I had when I was in my goofy young years to my awkward tweens. People that I went to school with almost 20 years ago. Provided this goofy weather doesn't get any worse, I might make the trip down to say hello to them all.
Nothing like coming home again to remind you of the life you once had, be it when you were 11, or last year. Merry almost Christmas all!
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