I know, I know, it’s easy to expect the worst

I am kind of a jerk that way I realize. If you aren't my friend on Facebook, you might not know I am actually alive. Nothing has happened, nor do I expect it to-though this is really not a way I am used to thinking about things. Living in NY almost killed me, as much as it lifted me up and shaped me. There you learn a certain kind of tolerance and patience for people with their diversity and different ideas, but you don't have time to wait for people slowing you down.

Here in Denver it's a little different, primarily because my days in NY were a lot more stimulating in terms of what I was doing, how many people I was talking to, and my line of vision was always filled with thousands of people passing through the trains and streets of NY with me, the students piling out of Columbia in sparse groups of two of three, and running down subway stairs to sit on the train for 45 minutes until I got home. Every day I woke up the same, I would wake and bake with K, run off to school or work, depending on the day. ...