Sleepless In Denver.

The thing about living in a different state that is not really related to you in any way is that you don't know what to expect.
I left Syracuse expecting sun, warm temperatures, and glamour (um, in a very white, 30-something, hip, EPA kind of way). Yet I just bought rainboots for the first time in my life because I couldn't handle walking around in this weather. Then I felt guilty and stupid so I returned them in a matter of 15 minutes. I think it was also because they were too snug on my feet.
Last night, I was drenched trying to open the front door to the apartment for 10 minutes. This is not summer.

Currently, I'm writing this in "The Market": a classical music playing, metropolitan, 70 year-old AND 25 year-old friendly cafe/market. It's sheltering me from the cold rain and providing me with free wifi.
When I came to The Market last summer, there was a guy behind the counter who talked and sounded just like George from You've Got Mail. Those are the types of people who come here.

One of the worst feelings is buying overpriced coffee that doesn't taste good. So I only drank half of it. Thanks, "The Market."

It seems to be that I'm growing increasingly ill. It started off bad while I was at school, wasn't surprised at how long it was taking to get over (because of the odd sleeping hours or lack of proper sleep), but I was okay until I got to Denver. I feel the worst today.

The EIC for SUBTLE (aka my pastor from home) is in Denver. Though we planned to meet up, the lack of transportation unfortunately obstructed our meeting. Did I tell you that my methods of transportation while I'm here are my feet or the bus? I get to work via walking and via 10 minute bus ride outside the city.

Living on your own in a completely strange land is pretty damn impressive. At least for me, I've not only been here once before, but I have a friend here. Even with people I know in my vicinity, I still feel lonely. So for those graduates who are going off to some unknown land, I really pray that the initial solidarity won't get to them. I applaud their bravery.

Denver is actually a pretty scary place to be. I guess every city has a bad side, but I rarely ever get afraid to walk home alone at night. Even NYC isn't this scary-- at least there are people around.

Tangent: Yelle is not coming to Denver. She's in Hollywood this Saturday, and then off to France. I hope someone in Cali sees her. We were talking about how no one would be singing along to her songs but everyone would be dancing anyway. I think it'd be a fun show.

Anyway, even though it's summer, I feel like I should be productive. If I was at home, I wouldn't feel too guilty just laying around, but being in a different place makes me feel like I have to do something. I need a job guys. Pray for me.

Meanwhile, I'll be here at The Market trying to finish this disgusting cup of coffee. Wish you guys could join me to make it a little bit more enjoyable.