The place I call home

Last August, I moved to Colorado. This was arguably one of the biggest and craziest things I'd ever done in my life. After all, I didn't know anyone here. I'd never even visited Colorado. I'd never lived near mountains or driven in snow.

In retrospect, it was a pretty gutsy move. What if I hated Colorado? What if I couldn't tolerate the snow during the winter? What if I missed the salt air? The warm summer nights? My family and my friends?

I've learned that nothing is ever going to be perfect. I do miss the beach. I miss my family, and I miss all of my friends. I miss being able to know exactly what someone's talking about if they reference even the smallest town in Florida - after all, living somewhere for twenty three years teaches you a lot about a place. 

But I love my new home.

Colorado is one of the greatest things that has ever happened to me. I love the mountains. I love the winters. I love the people, the hiking, and the delicious craft beers. I love the fact that there always seems to be so much going on - in the next few weeks, I'm going to a concert at Red Rocks, a Rockies baseball game, a chalk art festival, and a beer festival. I'm joining a kickball league - one where you've got to hold a cup filled with some sort of beverage (read: delicious craft beer) while you play. And I'm sure I'll find even more stuff that I really want to do between now and then. 

Did I mention how gorgeous this place is? 

Where do you live? What do you love about it?