5 Good Things About the South Side, Boulder.

Well the move is almost done. Just a few more big things left and I'll be all set up on the South Side. What What. (I feel I should throw up some "gang" sign...but in Boulder, yeah, that ain't gonna happen.)

Here are 5 things I'm looking forward to about my new neighborhood.

5. The World Famous Dark Horse.

Yep. It's the one bar near here so that's where I'll be. Good thing it doesn't suck. The last time I was there we had a pretty cute server so I look forward to that.

4. Biking Everywhere.

I know what you're thinking, Krystal, biking everywhere, wtf? Well, I'm going to and I'm going to like it. It will keep me fit and partially sober. (And of course, save gas money/be nicer to the environment.)

(I still think my invention of a vibrating bicycle seat would be a hit in some niche fetish community--I'd like it anyway, though orgasming while riding could cause crashes; there'd have to be some sort of written warning.)

3. Puppies

I'm closer to the dogs I walk. AND I now live with 3. It's so nice to be around furry tail wagging creatures again. Even if this one particular dog needs to learn some manners. I'm talking to YOU black lab Marley.

2. Sprouts.

It's like the only fresh produce market I can afford in Boulder and it's only blocks from my new home. Yay! I can buy less more often. Fresher. Healthier. Yummier.

1. Trails.

I went for a walk/run earlier and the trails around the south side are ridiculously nice. I'm so excited to start running regularly around here. Especially now that it's fall and all the leaves are changing. Today was the perfect weather. I mean. Perfect. I'm going to go back out now!

Word Up South Side. I hope you're ready for me, cause here I am!

Facing death via a bicycle...

So I just read that a man fell 120 feet while rock climbing. He fell in the middle of the highway. He was not wearing a helmet. He didn’t die, but he’s in the hospital and will probably be permanently fucked up in the brain the rest of his life. I understand the want to overcome Mother Nature’s challenges, but I have personal problems not tripping over a loose pebble when I walk on a flat trail. I wonder what gives people the complete confidence to tackle a massive rock with minimal safety precautions. Are they just risk-takers? Are they already half-retarded? Or do they think they’re immortal and nothing would ever happen to them? I guess I’m slightly more frightened of death than I want to believe. It took me several weeks to get back on a bicycle after twelve years. I didn’t want to ride next to cars. I’ve already been hit by a car just walking, and neither me or the car was going that fast and it still fucking hurt. I guess I am paranoid that I’ll be going too fast down one of these hills and a car will sideswipe me and that will be the end of who I am as a person now….I will either die or more unfortunate, end up permanently fucked up in the brain the rest of my life. And that’s not the kind of headline I want to make in the news.

Boulder First Impressions

Yeah. The guys here don't look like this... not that I've seen so far anyway. But besides the stereotypical white-girl-with-dreads there has been a plentitude of cargo pants and broken ankles. Often the broken ankle is being accented by the cargo pants. Now, most people don't carry cargo pants as well as these muscular men and cargo pants could be one of the most unattractive fashion pieces a person can wear but I'll take the cargo pants as long as the people stay friendly. And so far we've been in luck. Strange to walk down the sidewalk and have at least 80% of the people we come across say hello--the exact opposite of what it was like in Chicago when people avoided each other because they were afraid the other would want something--like the other person's wallet.

Yesterday I walked (that's right walked) to a brewery and had a $2.77 beer, good beer. And because of the elevation I am somehow getting buzzed quicker! Yay! I hope that lasts because it will save my wallet some cash.

As soon as I find a job I think this is going to be a fine new establishment for my living. Now, all I need is some cargo pants and I'll be set.

Boulder Beginnings

So, we’ve been in Boulder for a few days now, though it doesn’t feel that way because of course, I’ve been sick the whole time. Every time I travel I get sick. My mom is seriously getting a complex; she thinks I’m allergic to her. Ryan says it can no longer be a coincidence but it really, it just has to do with me get overworked and anxious about getting to the place that I am supposed to be in. I can’t handle the transition. I need to be there with no wait. I could have also been releasing all the Chicago toxins I ingested while there; there was a lot of negativity to release from my system.

But, I’m finally getting better. Adjusting to the elevation, the change in time, the sun and sky being an arms length away. Ryan and I went for a hike today. Granted I almost died every twenty feet, but we eventually made it to the end of the trail. And what a view. Can’t complain about that in the slightest. And the silence. It almost freaks me out sometimes. Especially when we’re sleeping and the traffic stops. It’s been a very long time since I had a quiet nights sleep. I almost don’t know how to handle it.

It’s going to take me a long time to adjust to this new place, but I am happy we moved here. I think it was the right decision, though how does one ever really know? You can only pick one path to go.