Today's Warm and Fuzzy Thought

Last night, Valium and I cleaned our new apartment in anticipation of our move this Saturday. The new apartment is in an area of town known as Capitol Hill, a mostly young artistic and gay neighborhood in central Denver. In the time I have lived in Denver, I have moved onto and off of the hill a number of times and, each time I come back to the hill it feels like I am coming home. The neighborhood is made up of mostly older houses and apartment buildings covered in ivy with well-grown yards and some beautiful gardens. The streets are tree lined and we are now only 2 blocks away from the third largest park in the entire city.

When we went for a short walk to Queens (for those of you who don’t know, well don’t ask don’t tell) I began to remember why I loved living on the hill. As most of you know, I am not a huge fan of living in Denver. There are many reasons for this that I won’t go into now but, when I am on the hill, I kind of forget that I’m living in Denver. The hill begins to feel like a real city with history and substance. I have a theory that great cities are built on the intersections of the universal web, and there is a concentration of power, energy and life that feeds the people living there. It is similar to the feeling I get when I am in NYC, it is the feeling that even if no one lived there, the city would still feel alive.

I love living in places where there is a sense of history and character. I don’t think I could ever be happy living in suburbia where every house is essentially the same, and every detail is perfect. I love diversity in aesthetics and people and that is what we have on the hill.

So, if you are in the neighborhood, stop in and we’ll sit out on our front porch, have a cocktail and just absorb the power of the city.