Reading today: Sept. issue of Creating Keepsakes mag.
Music today: radio
TV today: HGTV, "Tiny Planets" on Noggin
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I was in Denver once, for lo, about 24 hours back in 1998. Spent the night in a hotel there. Went to the Natural History Museum, a brewpub downtown called Rock River or Rolling River or something like that. Tried to take a horse-drawn carriage ride but my companion wasn't up for it. Flew out of the airport, which is a spacey, strange kind of place. Modern, but old.

I enjoyed Denver, and Colorado in general. It's a big city with small-town people. The mountains are close... but the land is flat. It gets cold, but not too much snow. Nice balmy summers, I hear.

I thought seriously about moving to Colorado, to an area not far from Denver. I was bored in Kalamazoo, not very challenged, and my contact in Colorado was anxious for me to move there as well. I knew what I had to do to get a teaching certificate there (take their state history test & pass the national test), and there was even flip talk about living arrangements. Ah, but how fate steps in, in the form of my future husband, making plans to move away from Michigan a little unnecessary.

Now, my oldest friend is living my imagination. Moving to the Denver area, very soon in fact. I will visit her and her husband there sometime... a state where I would be living, had life taken another turn. And she may even look up my old contact there, who I lost touch with as of February 1999. But that doesn't bother me much, you can tell.

I imagine my friend might be having a hard time leaving her Midwestern town for a Western one. However, I'm excited for them. But, is it because of the job opportunity? The fact they are adventuring and I'm not? Or the fact that she's doing what I *almost* did?