I left Boulder this morning. I said goodbye to the mountains. I said good bye to the blue sky. I said my silent goodbyes to my past life. I was not sad. I almost wanted to be, but I wasn't. I am excited to see some new things, a little change in my life. Or my sadness hasn't hit yet.
Currently I am staying overnight in Des Moines, Iowa. I snuck my cat in, as most places do not allow overnight cat guests. The heat and humidity that seemed to hit literally as I crossed the border into Nebraska is almost unbearable. I got my car a/c fixed last week anticipating deathly conditions in Middle America. Seriously, if I lived here, I would consider Meth myself. I finally found an NPR station close to Lincoln, the first familiar voices I had heard. I just don't get "New Country", or these guys with these drawling voices telling me about the "word" or how I am a sinner. Guess what was on NPR?? As soon as the station came in, guess what the piece was about? Colorado! haha It was a story on the bluegrass scene in Colorado, including Telluride, Lyons, Boulder, Denver...I am a bluegrass music lover myself and have let my hobby of that music slide over the last few years, always missing it. I had goosebumps the entire story. Ok Colorado, I haven't forgotten you...
Another 10 hour driving day tomorrow. Michigan and the lakes can't come soon enough.
I stopped at a grocery store in Nebraska and saw the hugest rectangles of cheese product. Folks, I am not in the Bubble any longer.
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