There are mountains? I don’t believe it.
I have arrived in Denver. I have been blogging about the process of moving here, and now the day has finally come. I pulled into Denver after 14 hours on the road yesterday and looked to see the mountains. It was too cloudy and dark, so it didn’t happen. I didn’t actually believe this “myth” about mountains here until I saw them this morning, finally. After driving through the flatlands of Ohio, Indiana, Iowa, Nebraska and Eastern CO, I was convinced that the old wisdom was right, and that the world is indeed flat.
I started the move into the house today- no beds yet, no washer and dryer yet, no food until I ventured into Lakewood and found a King Sooper and a Whole Foods. I took a walk through a local park and the neighborhood association was having a picnic. Are bagpipers standard at picnics here, or was this an oddity?
So now I start looking for work a little more aggressively, as well as do all the little things that need to happen: get internet at the house, get a library card, find beds, learn how to navigate the lightrail and the bus system. I’m excited!