Going Home

I just bought a plane ticket to Denver. I guess I could call it home because it was the last place I've been over the last 7 years. It's funny to think of one place as home since I've been constantly moving during the course of my life. I haven't been even in a single apartment for more than 2 years.

I just feel unsettled. Every time I get into a place I don't really put those little touches to make it more homey to me. I figure I'll be moving soon anyway. I guess you could put me up in a hotel and I'd be happy.

But I'm looking forward to the trip later this month. I don't feel so far away from my life back there. I still talk to quite a few friends now and again. Those little parts of my life seem closer now that I'm away. Funny, huh?

So I'll come in, visit a few friendly faces, go for a little side trip to Grand Lake, and come back. I don't miss Colorado that much, but there are a few little things that I do miss: Pho '79, La Boheme, Paris on The Platte, and the Denver Diner, to name a few. Places I used to spend a lot of time in, but so many memories from them...