The air has been thin up here and has taken a bit of adapting to. Spring is bursting with giant Irises and the smell of the last remaining Lilacs. We’ve had a few fairly cold and even wet days, rare for Boulder which boasts 300 days of sunshine a year. It still feels spacious, dry and energising to be here.
Maria (the Australian friend I’m staying with who also once took me under her wing many years ago) has been really looking after me. She bakes fresh sourdough in the mornings. Rocky, her rescue cat is is suspicious of visitors and is still keeping me at a very safe distance. I’m watching a small neighbourly tech-world soap opera involving a Ponzi-scheme unfolding around us and will need to stay tuned long after I’ve left. I wanted to rush off into the mountains a couple of days after getting here but had to wait until I was a little more confident about how my body was.
The first week I was here coincided with Boulder Start Up Week. Maria is developing her own AR App for interior designers and I went along to quite a few events with her and Melodie, her business partner. I noticed the excitement bubbling in me again at the talks and when meeting people. And I feel as if yet another part of my mind and spark is fully back. Finally, I’m truly ready for a bit more work. I was going to have to at this point anyway - that was the great gamble of this whole trip. It will probably have to be part time. I have some ideas. I’ve already started looking.
Boulder is turning into a new Silicone Valley as Google and Facebook move in. It’s an exciting time, but it’s also upping prices even higher (a tiny supermarket shop makes my eyes water) and houses are even further out of reach. There’s a slightly monied blandness creeping in, while at the same time who wouldn’t want to live here? I certainly do. It’s also the fittest city in America. Almost every third person you see is in yoga pants or cycling gear or just back from running up a mountain.
I left enough time to not feel I have to rush seeing things here. Maria and I are heading to Vail and the mountains tomorrow. I danced salsa to at least 4 songs last night with no ill effects so far. And Maria says, “Jess, if you hadn’t told me you were ill I would never have known now”.
An ME/CFS Thriver