According to the internets, I am a Colorado resident once I meet one of the following criteria:
• I have obtained employment in Colorado.
• I own or operate a business in Colorado.
• I have resided in Colorado continuously for 90 or more days.
Well, I moved here with a job. So. That’s that. We’ll see if I actually switch my license plates or drivers license over; as of today, they are still from the great state of Washington – a place I haven’t lived for over two years.
For those of you keeping track, I had a trip to Seattle scheduled for this week – to ring in the New Year with some of my not-so-nearest, but definitely dearest. But I’m sad to say that this weekend, I canceled my ticket. I thought that the hard part would be leaving Nashville, but I was wrong; the emotional locomotive hit me once I got to Colorado – and I think it would be wise for me to have some downtime before officially moving to Denver next week (I start in the Denver office a week from today, although I’m working remotely from Colorado Springs this week). I’m super bummed to not be seeing my beloved Seattlites this week – but I’ll be there for a wedding in February.
I drove around Denver on Saturday. It is gigantic. As I drove the hour south back to my parents’ house, two fat tears rolled down my cheeks from behind my sunglasses.
This might take awhile.