Tag Archives: Colorado

Rain Dance

5 Oct

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I prayed for rain. I prayed for rain when I came home to Colorado because the stale air in California was starting to make my skin peel. Upon my arrival, the rain came in a downpour. It makes navigating the city a cold, damp endeavor, but the chilly air conjures up lit fireplaces and steaming cocoa, and I’m snuggled in my favorite bookstore, the best whip cream in the world, surrounded by the earthy, flagstone (almost all buildings are made of it here), organically obsessed, city of Boulder. There is no traffic, there is no walk of fame, there are no tourists (well, you can’t tell anyway), there are only the makeup-free faces of incoming freshmen on campus and an abundance of independent coffee shops, bookstores and bicycle repair stores. A relaxing reprieve. I haven’t slept better in weeks.

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Water World

18 Jun

Water WorldI’m not sure if it was the tap water I was drinking that reminded me of chlorinated water, but the only thing I wanted to do yesterday was visit my childhood water park, known as Water World, in Colorado.

I’ve got beaches, year-round sunny weather, real palm trees and what do I think of?  A midwest water playground where I often got burnt, sideswiped by blue rubber tubes and dragged under water by the current in the wave pool.  Then ate funnel cake.

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Fly Away Home

12 May

The Little Things

My Days were spent under a less sunny canopy

Almost…

Denver Museum of Nature & Science: An important part of a Coloradoan’s childhood

Indigenous Crystal

Denver! Music plays at their feet

See the rain?! Like California, this can be a rare treat
Final Twilight Drive

Last Stop! 8pm

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Home

1 May

I went home. Home is Boulder, Colorado. About four years ago I left this place for Miami, then Miami for Los Angeles, and homesickness has plagued me the entire time. The bond I’ve felt with home did not materialize this time around. I didn’t feel completely satisfied touching the ground and I don’t want to stay. I might not love Los Angeles, but I don’t hate it either – something I’ve heard plenty of times from Angelenos. It’s like a family dog, troublesome but lovable.

In trying to look for a once favorite quote of mine, which goes something like, I’m a foreigner in my homeland, I found this one “Homesickness is…absolutely nothing. Fifty percent of the people in the world are homesick all the time…You don’t really long for another country. You long for something in yourself that you don’t have, or haven’t been able to find,” said by John Cheever. This statement carries more weight than the former. When I come home, it’s to find relics of my past, the familiar toys, memories and people. These things comfort me and remind me of who I was, because new places make me feel lost. The danger of the unknown.

Los Angeles is as much a home to me as much as I want it to be. An obvious point and late realization, but I was never a child of the world. Stepping into that unknown. As John Le Carre said “we are the sole survivors of a world no one else has ever seen,” and, there is so much more to see.

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