I would be Stella in that scenario, by the way.
Yesterday marked 20 days since I made my way to Denver and it's been a roller coaster of a 20 days if I'm being honest here. Some days I wake up really excited to be here and to explore my new city, other days I lay in my bedroom, which is classily blacked out thanks to a moving blanket and some pushpins, plotting ways to run away back to everything I know in Orlando. I like to think I've had more good days but it's hard to really plot them all out because there's also the 50/50 days when I go through all of the emotions in a 24 hour span.
Those of you who told me this would happen, allow me to take a moment to say "you. were. so. right.", and then some.
Going back to that classy curtain hanging in our bedroom right now, it's the bane of my existence currently. I swore I'd never have a push pin, makeshift, curtain in any bedroom of mine and then I moved to a place where the sun rises straight into my bedroom window and my tone quickly changed. Not to mention, Bear has had a total of 2 days off of work since I got here so getting man help to hang things I'm not patient enough to hang, and put bigger things together that I've probably already fucked up trying to do by myself, hasn't been an option. Yet.
Our upstairs neighbors vacuum twice a day and this is no exaggeration. It's by far the most bizarre thing I've yet to encounter and people here eat things like elk so obviously there are a lot of bizarre things to encounter here. Really though, who needs to vacuum two times a day? I don't even vacuum two times a week. Then again, I'm not exactly in the running to be the new and improved Ms. Clean so I guess that's not really saying much. Either way, it sounds like a lot of work and I'm fighting many urges to ask said neighbors what exactly it is that they're vacuuming all of the time.
Maybe they just got a really cool new vacuum that they want to play with? Granted the pink Swiffer Bear got me that I was really excited about is still in it's packaging hiding in the closet.
I'm still lost pretty much always, though I'm able to find my way to the post office and to Whole Foods, which is the only thing keeping me from sobbing constantly about the lack of Publix stores in this state. I had a minor meltdown last night trying to figure out how to wrap a scarf around me and I'm pretty sure there was a moment or two when I actually got lost within said scarf. I get the scarf tutorials on Pinterest now, I totally get them. Well, I don't GET them, get them, but I understand why they exist and perhaps one of these days I will figure out one of them.
Aside from lack of decor and really any normalcy in my life right now, I feel like I found a sense of what being a real big kid is all about the other day. I wanted some classic blue box mac and cheese, Spongebob shapes of course, but as always when I crave such a thing I never know if I have enough butter to substitute for the milk I inevitably never have. This time was different, however, this time I not only had enough butter... I had MILK too. Talk about your ultimate big kid win.
Doing big things here in Denver. Big things, indeed.