When we first moved to Colorado Springs, it was under the guise that it was “the most amazing place, like, ever!” I would tell people where we were moving, and instead of the reaction that I got when I broke the news that we were moving to Ohio (“Oh. That’s uh, great, I guess…… WKRP in Cincinnati!!”), everyone would gush about how awesome it was. I signed on the dotted line, site unseen. Literally.
“There isn’t ever a cloud in the sky. I’m wearing shorts right now. Shit, Lisa, you are gonna LOVE it here,” Nathan would assure me as I was buried under two feet of snow in Iowa.
When the wagon train rolled into town, however, there were no mountains to be seen. It was eight degrees out. Everything was dead. And Panda Express was my first meal in The Springs. Not whatcha call a stellar first impression.
“I thought you could see Pikes Peak from everywhere…” I mused to Nathan.
“You can. It is right… There.” He would point off into a white, mountainless abyss. I have crappy eyesight, but he was pointing to NOTHING. “Behind all those clouds.” Oh. The non-native clouds I brought here from Iowa.
The first week we were here, we were slumming it in temporary housing – a hotel room with a kitchen table – and it was fah. reeze. ing. Yes, you could see Pikes Peak from everywhere, but you better not look at it; take your eyes off your path in front of you and you’re bound to slip and fall on your ass.
Fast forward a few days, and we were practically on vacation. Every weekend. It was sixty-five degrees… Sunny… My neighbors were sunbathing. In January.
Verdict? Ohmygod. I LUUURVE it here.
Finn does, too. We have spent many an afternoon at Garden of the Gods. Finny loves to “go piking,” he’s got his own little Camelbak that he totes around action figures, a Hot Wheel and water. I live fifteen minutes from all this? I have stopped dead in my tracks half a dozen times and exclaimed to Nathan; “Can you believe we LIVE here?!”
If you ever have the opportunity to live here, its, like, the most amazing place ever! For real.