It’s been a year since we moved from Las Vegas to Colorado and we’re nearing the end of our first winter here. Hard to believe it’s been that long. I love Colorado so much, I can’t imagine living anywhere else, now, and I am ever thankful for being given the opportunity to get here. I am finally living. I’m finally happy. I’m doing things I’ve put off for years, I’m exploring new things, taking chances, it’s a whole new world and I will never, ever leave.
That said, I’m surprised to find myself missing some aspects of Vegas living. One thing I miss is convenience. Whoa, do I miss convenience. Country girl to city girl back to country girl. It’s been a huge adjustment. Fourteen years of all hours city life really screwed me up. Just last night Joe called me saying, “Man, things close early here.” By early be meant 5PM. I miss Japanois at 2AM, and I miss late evening business hours. I miss liquor being sold in grocery stores and, I swear to God I can’t believe I’m saying this, but I miss that smell of hot asphalt.
But the biggest thing I miss? Wearing flip flops in March. I’ve worn socks and shoes for three months now and I’m fucking over it, man…ugh. My feet are super soft and callous free; perfect for summer, but no one can see them because they’re beneath layers of socks since no matter how hot I keep the house my toes won’t get warm!
I know it sounds like I’m complaining. I can hear all of you saying, ‘You wanted cold and snow, quit yer bitchin”, but I’m really not bitchin’. I’m just expressing how this huge change has affected me. I was a desert rat for fourteen years, okay? I’m not used to this cold shit and it’s exhausting cleaning up the copious amounts of mud and snow from my floors when the dogs go bananas in the yard, because it doesn’t snow and stay around, no, it melts almost immediately and there is nothing left but sludge for the dogs to track in.
And the kids are so over the snow. Oh, they love it when it’s happening but even Ava is getting tired of it. They haven’t been to the park in awhile and for two kids who could park it up year round, this has been a big change for them.
It’s weird to see pictures of my girlfriend’s in Vegas with their tops down, cruising the streets in a sweatshirt and flip flops while I’m bundled up here in the mountains in at least three layers because it’s still chilly to me (meanwhile locals are wearing shorts because they think 50° is warm -wtf?!). Everyone says that next year I’ll be more acclimated. Well, I certainly hope so, cause 60° is still pretty damn chilly to me. It sure is a nice change when it’s been nothing but snow and ‘feels like -7′ when I wake up in the morning, but it ain’t no short and t-shirt weather, that’s for sure (yesterday it was 58° and I saw a woman walking her dog in a tank top -mind.blown.). Whoa, that’s damn cold, folks.
Still, I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Not even flip flops in March. I can’t tell you how nice it is to, for once, look forward to spring. I haven’t looked forward to a change in seasons in…I don’t even know how long, because there was no change in seasons! It was warm, and it was cold. That was it. The transition from winter to spring in Vegas was something I usually dreaded. The coming spring meant long days of 80 degree weather that led way to 100 degree weather from which their was no escape. Want to sit on the deck in the evening? Better have misters cause otherwise you’ll DIE from the sweltering heat, and even then it’s still pretty damn uncomfortable. Still 90° at midnight? Of course. And that’s where the problem lies. Not that it was 100° that day, but that it was still 90° at midnight. There’s no real cool down for several months straight.
I’m sooooo done with that. So, so done. If cleaning up mud for days, wearing socks and boots for three months, if enduring frigid morning temps means never, ever having to experience 90° at midnight again, if it means being able to open my windows most of the summer, I’ll take it and this will be the last entry, ever, about the weather in beautiful Colorado.