It’s funny how moving 150 miles south makes such a difference. I know, for you folks who live in Europe or New England, ~150 miles might seem like a significant distance, but here that is just the distance between Pueblo and Boulder. I haven’t left Colorado, or even crossed the mountains, but now instead of getting the snow that Boulder and Fort Collins enjoyed today, we got rain. It’s just about dried off here now, and we’re only slated to have temperatures much below freezing a few nights this week.
I still miss the culture and sophistication (and safety- walking alone here at night is a bit dicey for women still, but Boulder and Fort Collins always felt pretty safe), and I miss hiking and recycling bins and good public transportation, and a great arts and music scene, but I don’t miss the extra snow and ice of living further north and closer to the mountains. Pueblo is ~1000 feet lower in elevation compared to what I’ve been used to, and is a very different climate, hot and dry in summer, and normally quite mild in winter (aside from freak November storms that kill all my plants with sub-zero temperatures for a week.)