I moved to a small mountain town
I moved to a small mountain town called Durango, Colorado. In Durango, people tip their cowboy hats to greet you. Brightly colored yoga pants are more common than suits. And, things move a bit slooower. I find myself daydreaming of the past when I walk down 3rd street, a charming boulevard lined with brick houses from the 1890's. To procrastinate, instead of scrolling through Facebook mindlessly, I google old black and white photos of Durango's miners and railroad workers.
In Durango, people say 'hi' when passing on the sidewalk, and strangers wave to you from their cars. In New York if you strike up a conversation with a stranger, they think you are bonkers. Here, it's just normal.As I adjust to this small mountain town, my Urban East Coast 'don't talk to strangers' and 'keep-to-yourself' mentality is starting to fade. I feel a bit outside my comfort zone - in a good way.
This town serves as a home base for my daily wilderness explorations with my boyfriend and our Corgi, Sadie. Sadie starts wining as soon as we hit the mountains because she wants to get out and explore immediately. Yesterday, we drove an hour through some of the most beautiful mountain landscapes we had ever seen. We parked on a mountain top that was literally above the clouds! Never in my life have I lived in a land cradled by 14,000+ foot peaks and green-turquoise alpine lakes =)