To Denver...

It is the eve of my departure from the Mile High City and, being the contemplative writer I am, I feel it needs some commentary. As most of you know, it hasn't been the easiest 7 months of my life, but it also hasn't been the worst. I'm trying out this whole positive thinking thing, so what follows is my oratorio to my time out West.

To the skiing. To the mountains. To the powder. To the out of bounds. To the Rumsey's cabin in Breckenridge. To their double headed steam bath shower. To their remarkably soft sheests. To Breck Brewery. To Joey, to Meg, to Sarah, to Steve, to Sean, to Elise: the weekend crew.

To Kona Grill. To reverse happy hour. To sake bombs. To barbecue pizza. To meeting new friends and finally knowing old ones.

To The Stadium. To dive bars. To Rumseys. To never having to pay for a drink. To drunken debates. To Journey. To the DU kids, who showed me a college life I never knew.

To LoDo. To Uptown Tavern. To Downtown Tavern. To Vesta. To Everclear margaritas at Rios. To The 16th Street Mall. To Mad Greens. To Starbucks with Meg and Sarah. To The Celtic. To Delaneys. To mini bowling.

To a town that surprisd me. To people that I will forever call my friends, even if I expected not to. To coming to know, to understand, to accept myself and to those who love me for it. To the one who showed me the way; who told me it was OK. To the one I'll never be able to thank enough, but will try anyway. To learning from mistakes and laughing at them later. To realizing that life is about exploration; about trying, and sometimes failing. To falling and getting back up stronger than before, ready to continue. To never regretting anything, ever. To anticipation. To dissapointment. To reconciliation. To happiness. To everything and everyone. To Denver.