You'll Not Be Forgotten

In the past couple of days I've gotten to thinking about what I had written here in regard to talking about moving back to Denver and began to worry (as I do all too often anyway) about how this might be getting interpreted by the friendships I have developed here in the Land of Manana.

I tend to overanalyse pretty much everything I say and do, worrying about how I appear to others, worrying about if I'm saying the right thing, wondering & worrying about if my laugh is too loud, etc. etc.

The friendships I have made here will always be a part of me and since I don't see my mother or other friends ever leaving this state I will always be coming back here. And I'd like to hope that said friends would visit me as well.

When I say I feel at home in Colorado I hope that no one here has felt slighted or such, it's just that when your heart is calling to you from out of your body you have to follow. I have lived in throughout Colorado far longer than I have lived anywhere else, even though the longest I lived there consistently was from 1990-1997. But add 9 months from 1988-1989, then 1990-1997 and 6 years & 7 months from 1998 to early 2005 and ya got aprox 14-15 yrs total.

I figure most of my friends do know how little fondness I have for New Mexico, I've never kept it a secret. Some places jive with you and others don't, it's part of our personality I suppose. I will miss the Botanic Gardens as the city did strike a winner when they created that wonderful spot. And I will miss lots of other places, things, etc. I'm not sure if Denver has a Dia de los Muertos parade/event like they have here.

But if in the coming months before I am able to return to Colorado, I hope my exuberance at my decision does not come off as some sort of kiss-off to anyone here. I'm just happy to have finally figured out at least one thing in my life.