Rocky Mountain High
Oh Autumn, how I’ve missed you. After living in Tampa for the past 3 years, it’s nice to become reacquainted with old sweaters and hoodies, with changing leaves and cool nights. One of the many joys of living in Denver is the yearlong sunshine, currently brightly shining through crimson and amber leaves, keeping the days warm before the evenings cool. Nights are met with brisk air holding onto just enough warmth to allow the windows to stay open, letting night’s breath flow throughout. Fall is peaceful, romantic and nostalgic, all in one. It’s the last bit of warmth before the snow drifts down and the world takes on a different view; greens to white, leaves to bark, sweaters to coats, hats and scarves. Winter is coming and I know it will show us something new and beautiful in our city, but for now I will embrace this season and the magic it awakens inside of us and our surroundings.
Denver is a place that everyone seems to want to visit and we’re so very thankful for that. It reminds me that friendships are lasting and the old saying “out of sight, out of mind” is ridiculously far from the truth. Most of our weekends have been full of gatherings and belly laughs with far away friends and family. Their visits have already helped us to build a foundation of happy memories within these new walls of ours.
The rest of our free time has been spent on settling into our space. Living together for the first time and merging belongings, tastes and finances has been equally exciting and difficult. I understand when they say that relationships are work, but it’s easy to see that the reward is great. Our space and relationship are works in progress and I hope the latter will always be. Growing and learning about each other continues our excitement on the decision to move across the country together and build a life as a unit.
The initial struggle with our mismatched tastes has taught me that finding a compromise is truly the best option not only because we both feel cozy and comfortable within these walls, but because it’s challenged us to get creative and work as a team. At first it wasn’t easy as we’re each very independent souls. However, our drums are starting to beat the same rhythm as we learn how the other ticks and the final result is, well, home.
Just as Mike and I have been setting into our new life, Junky and Goosey Loosey have been doing the same. Their days are spent rolling around in our backyard chasing spiders and bees or perched in the dining room window watching the builders across the way bring a new home to life. A cat’s curiosity really is never-ending, as is Mike’s spoiling of them. He recently purchased a fishing rod and at the end of the line in place of the usual hook he has tied a cat toy so each morning he takes them out back to “fish”. They’ve made it abundantly clear that he’s replaced me as the favorite. Seeing the man you love have a conversation with a meowing cat reminds you why he’s the man you love. I’ll let him be their favorite and he will continue to be mine.
Now that things are setting down with the move and we have begun to get comfortable in our new environment, I’m excited to spend more of my creative energy on writing. I’ve missed the fire it lights and calmness it brings.
One Response to “Rocky Mountain High”
I’ll let him be their favorite and he will continue to be mine. Ah… so sweet!