I am currently sitting on the back porch of one of the most beautiful homes I’ve ever been in. It sits nestled in the mountains, directly across the street from a venue so amazing it’s globally recognized as a bucket-list destination: Red Rocks.
I came into town yesterday morning, on a severely budget Spirit flight(not even a ginger ale guys?), feeling like it would never end. But it did, and I rushed to baggage claim, ready to be breathing pure Denver air. One of my long-time friends from college scooped me up, and our first stop was exactly what you would expect as of January 1st, 2014. We headed straight to euflora, a recreational marijuana dispensary that had been recommended to us by a friend. I was in heaven.
For a moment I felt like I was watching an episode of weeds, as even the idea of medicinal marijuana is foreign to a lifelong resident of a red state. Each strain was in a clear jar, and next to it was a small samsung tablet that you could easily scroll to find all the info you needed. The kind of strain, the percentage of thc, what kind of high you can expect - all was right there just begging you to taste. I settled on a gram of Flo, a hybrid said to have won a Cannibis Cup in the past, but wouldn’t make me couch-ridden, and Jillybean, another hybrid with hints of tangerine and mango, made for activity. I may have also picked up a bottle of special sour gummi bears.
We were set, and now it was time for lunch. My friend has spent several summers in the area growing up, and he guided us to Golden, one of the cutest towns I’ve ever seen. Everyone was friendly and relaxed and just all around happy. After getting our grub on at the Golden Skillet, we took a walk down to the river that runs through the town, and into the Coors factory. There were people tubing and wading, enjoying what was the prettiest day you could have imagined.
Our bellies were stuffed, and having been up for what felt like an entire day, I was ready for a nap. We headed down the highway to Lakewood, a beautiful community just outside of Denver. My friend pulled up to his family’s house and I was amazed at how beautiful it was, at how welcoming they were, and how lucky I was to just be a part of this.
I didn’t grow up with a lot, but I never wanted for anything. So to have friends who are willing to open up their life to you like this is beyond anything I could ever want. I am so grateful for the people in my life and the opportunities they have voluntarily handed to me. I hope they feel I’ve done the same, or at least know I would if ever given the opportunity. Having people who truly love you, support you, nurture you, better you - that’s life, that’s what makes you whole.
So as I sit on this porch, staring at just the tiniest part of something so much bigger than myself, I realize this is home for me. I love Texas, I will always call it home, “y’all” will never leave my vocabulary, but I feel different here. Viewing natural beauty on a daily basis is so good for the soul, to remember that life is more than just working and paying bills. I would gladly pay to live in a city where all of my amenities come naturally included, where health and fitness are a way of life, and where music is as organic as the food. I don’t know, this city inspires me.
I just want to remember this feeling of completeness. Of knowing there’s a place I do feel totally at home. For now I am content to take in what I can. I’ve got an amazing day of exploring and tailgating and 3 sets of Pretty Lights that I know will be the highlight of my year. Life is good, y’all.