Moved to Highlands. Ahh, nice
Hi kids. It’s your Uncle Kyle. No, not that one with the creepy beard and the weird sleepovers.
I’ve been a bit AWOL lately during my much-anticipated move from Westminster/Broomfield and all its white picket fences, new buildings, Home Depots and Cold Stones to the more mellow, laid-back lifestyle of the Highlands. No, not Highlands Ranch. Highlands: 32nd/Lowell. I live a block from the town sqaure.
Sidenote: Check out the Highland Festival tomorrow (June 17) all day up and down 32nd.
I love it here. As a writer that often needs people interaction to be creative, I love the coffee shops (Common Grounds), cheese shops (St. Killians), and great wine stores (Mondo Vino) the small square has to offer. Change that… I friggin’ LOVE it.
Everyday, I walk down with my dog (a neighborhood pre-req) to get my java, walk back and say hello to all the other neighborhood dogs/people on their way to a semi-relaxed day. We buy cheese and wine, eat at the Chipotle or Heidis for lunch and for dinner? Fuggetaboudit… Coral Room, Stellas, Julia Blackbirds, Swim Club 32, Meade St. Three Dogs, 8 Rivers… it’s all right here. Bookstores, Pizza places, swanky knick-knack stores… it rocks. I even got my hair trimmed (not cut — I’m growing it out) by the coolest hairstylist ever — Nickie at Harmony. Get this: She moved from San Diego to Denver (leaving a huge clientele and no prospects in town) to start her own one-chair salon in Highlands. Bought the shop. And it’s always packed. My kinda lady (and the hottest 38yo I’ve ever seen).
It’s a great place. Great people. And I’m closer to REI now. Gotta love it. The Highlands.