I've been hardcore packing our Cheyenne house this week and last night I came across a couple interesting things.
First, was a stack of notes and papers regarding the second time my vehicle was stolen in D.C. Yes, second. There was a total of three times. It was funny to see officers' names written on drink napkins - I remember very clearly that I was eating dinner with Carrie at an Asian diner when I got that call.
The other thing I stumbled across was my Colorado "book." In D.C., I had the D.C. "book" where I kept a collection of ideas for restaurants, bars, shopping, events, outdoor activities, etc. Friends looking for fresh ideas of where to go and what to do would call me for a suggestion.
When I left D.C., I passed that "book" to Linds C. and focused on a Colorado one; filling it with new stuff as well as ideas I'd collected even as I lived in D.C. The Colorado "book" also had ideas for restaurants, happy hours, cute boutiques, places to hike and other things Coloradans do...
And, since I expected to be living in Denver I had collected a lot of information about its different neighborhoods so I could know which one I'd love living in the most...
I just threw my collection out and have decided to let my subscription to Denver's 5280 magazine expire. I'm never going to live in Denver. Or Colorado.
And I discovered a while back I no longer want to.
I think I landed where I'm supposed to be.