Falling asleep last night concluded the end to a few special things. First off, it sealed the end of my 1st week in Boulder, Co. Secondly, it was the end of my 1st day working as the Art Intern for Climbing and Urban Climber Magazines. Something that I have wanted to do since the spring of 2008.
The last 7 days have been a whirlwind of acclimating, integrating and establishing myself in this new scene. The Boulder “bubble.” Which I have yet to really tap into nor see per se. I have missed flights, taken busses, skipped busses and blown threw a tire on my bike. Been social and anti-social. Explored and ventured into the Flatirons. Attempted to onsight solo the 1st Flatiron only to downclimb about 300ft of perfect sandstone. Bouldered without pads by myself and gone to movie premiers. I’ve flashed 5 spots at The Spot and enjoyed lunch at Moe’s Bagels. I’ve done more here in the last week then I would in a few weeks back home in Livermore.
But above all, I’m living the dream. I’m in BOULDER! What else would I rather be doing? We’ll maybe actually climbing.
When I left California, I left my safety net. I had friends, I had family and I had a steady job. Though I have found actual employment out here (unpaid intern) I have none of the previous. But this is alright. Because I now have something that I didn’t have back home. Freedom. To me having freedom is what life is about. Naturally one must be “tied down” by something. How else are we going to survive? But this new found freedom is something that I have never really experienced back home. It is different out here. It’s comforting yet scary at the same time. My days aren’t set in stone and I never know what will be happening in the next few hours.
I came here feeling strong and confident. Both about who I am and in my climbing abilities. I still feel pretty much the same but I will say that I also feel like I’m learning how to climb all over again. I’m sure after a while that will change too as I settle into this new life. It is still to soon to say if I like this town better then Bay. But it is growing on me. My heart will ALWAYS be in California. In the Sierra’s amongst the Jeffrey Pines. But, like I’ve already said, this place is growing on me.
Here’s to the next 3 months of totally new experiences and friendships. To say that I’m psyched is an understatement. Being psyched is a momentary feeling. Here, I feel it all the time. For everything is new and wild and crazy and fun and scary. Now I just need to get on real stone and a go A Muerte!
However, it needs to stop raining. So tonight I will go to the gym and climb. Where new friends await.