The Comfy Corner

I'm blogging to you live from the "huge" town of Creede, Colorado which boasts an impressive population of around 400. Oh don't worry, that's the year-round population. It bumps up to 20,000 in the summer! And I must say that this is the most magical place I've ever been to. I grew up in the mountains, so I thought coming here would be like coming home. Wrong-o! Here it is 9,000 feet elevation. Here there are towering cliffs looking down on you. Here I get drunk off of one beer. Here I am winded from walking up a flight of stairs. Here there are hundreds of pretty puppies walking down the street begging to be loved on. Here there are three angry cats that fight outside my front door. Here there are SEVEN DEER THAT GRAZE IN MY BACK YARD! Yes, folks, it's a new world over here. It's like the wild wild west, but I prefer to think of it as... District 12. The mining district. And I've left the capitol to live in District 12.

And you'd think that if Katniss grew up in the Capitol and moved to District 12 she'd be super sad. But, it's quite the opposite (except I do miss my Peeta)! Small town life is wonderful. The food here is superb. Every waiter is perfectly happy to split the check 10 ways. I can walk anywhere I want to. I don't need a car or a metro pass. The grocery store is next store to my home. It's quiet at night. I can see the stars!! And I begin to think to myself, "Self, how have you become victim to the spell of New York City?! You struggle day in and day out and the only place to find solace is in a clean bodega!" Every struggling young person in New York City should strike and move to the small towns of America and live it up. It's absurd really how much better life is in this town. In New York, it is a day long event to do something as simple as pick up a package or fax something. Here, coffee is only a dollar anywhere I go. And if I don't have the money, they'll say, "Don't worry about it! I'll get ya later." NOBODY LOCKS THEIR DOORS! And I actually feel guilty if I don't wave to people that I pass by on the street.

Most importantly, it's not that guy that gives me coffee, it's Kevin. It's not that woman who made me a biscuit, it's Jenny. It's not that cute couple that opened a new restaurant, it's Jess and Erin. I wish I could scoop you all  up into my kangaroo pouch and bounce you all over to this amazing place because despite the crazy cats and grazing deer, it is one of the comfiest corners I've ever experienced. Stay comfy y'all!

...have lego boogers or linkin' log poops? Personally, I would like to have lego boogers. I mean, every time I got sick I could just snot rocket onto the table and presto a whole set of legos to build a new space ship with! But, I can also see the benefits to having linkin' log poops. Who needs a toilet?!?

I just came off of an incredible tour with a superbly fun group of people and we spent the majority of our travel time asking each other (usually the most disgusting) "would you rathers." And then my boyfriend bought me a whole "would you rather" book that gave us all sorts of fun material to draw from. But, the more I played this game the more I realized that this was more than just a fun little way to take my imagination on a weird journey. No, this was something bigger than that. Life is essentially one giant game of would you rather. I mean, it can be anything from would you rather have  a burger or a salad? To would you rather adopt or artificially inseminate? That's when shit got real. We are constantly faced with making decisions. Some are obvious, some are really, incredibly difficult. But what I've learned is that once you make a decision you can't look back. Because ya know what game is not fun? The "what would have happened if I had..." game. Once you make a choice you gotta stick to your guns and trust that you made the right choice. The reason why it was the right choice my not be clear right away. It may take years to become clear, but eventually it all makes sense. That's what I call fate. And you gotta look for the signs. The little coincidences that tell you that you are in the right place. It's like trying to decide if you want to make banana bread or pumpkin bread and then you slip on a banana peel. Not only is that the stuff cartoons are made of, that is also fate pushing you in the right direction.

So I'm sticking to my guns. Lego snot all the way. And I'm not even gonna think about the linkin' log poop, cause I've got a space ship to build out of the legos I snot rocketed out. Stay comfy y'all.