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Today my friend Fiona sent out this message on twitter:

She goes on to explain that she thought it was funny that her spotting of ’12 flakes’ is inciting a blizzard panic in Denver.  I answered her with this:

Which made me think. Fiona lives about 25 mins from me in an area that typically gets milder weather than we do out here half way to Kansas. If this had been two years ago, I would have TOTALLY run to the store in a panic to fill what Bob calls the ‘Armageddon Room’ to the hilt with canned food and extra batteries.

Then I started thinking more. Snow is pretty likely in the next few weeks. I haven’t done a thing to prepare and then it hit me,  I finally feel comfortable here. I feel like this is home.

I guess it sometimes takes those small things to make you realize that a while ago you stopped pouting about moving and moved on.

It hasn’t been easy. Today I remembered the first time I drove in the snow. I had been careful all winter to avoid going out in it. Truly, I was scared to death of it. Then I was at a charity party on the other side of town and it starting blizzarding (is that a word?). I had just met this nice person that I had been talking with on twitter the past few months. She lived near me and offered to have me follow her home. She must have thought I was crazy. And by the way, if you ask Lucretia now about that night, she will tell you it was barely snowing. She lies. That is all I am saying. I do love her though. We all have faults right?

How did I go from being scared to death to drive in the snow to calling this place home?

Besides meeting Lucretia that first winter, I met Heidi, who started doing my hair and has evolved into a shining light in my life. Heidi introduced me to Katherine and Cat and Cyndie and Kate who did more for me in our Saturday morning coffees than I am sure they knew.  I met Amber (in Chicago of all places) and she welcomed me into the Mile High Mamas where I met so many wonderful people like Susan (who is science geek girl like me) and JoAnn (currently driving me crazy with pictures of Hawaii) and so many others that just willingly and lovingly adopted me into the Colorado scene. Melissa, Chris, Laura, Suzanne and I formed the Southside Mile High Mamas (not a real thing) and have someone to call to meet at the local, um, establishment, when life gets a little too much to take. We have a gang sign and a token body guard. It’s how we roll.

More people came into my life as I was lucky enough to find Lori who truly kept me sane last year and, through her, Karin, who I will have the next 4 years of ups and downs with as our kids get through highschool.

Then my AZ-NV-CO sistah from another mistah moved here. She GETS me in the way that only someone who has traveled the same roads to get here can. I don’t spend near as much time with Jennifer as I want because she lives out in BFE (Beyond Far Egypt). Seriously, they live so far out there that they have an outhouse they just discovered on all their land.

Con’s school is a familiar community. It is run by many people who come from the same highschool we did. It is such a similar highschool experience to what he would have had in Phoenix. We could not be happier with Friday night football and dances.

My mom is just a mile away and I am getting used to having a little help. At first I honestly didn’t even know how to have someone help me. It’s nice, especially when she drops by with a Starbucks delivery.

And while I truly miss Vegas and my friends there, especially Janna, Cindy and Elizabeth (who I so neglect), home is where you turn the corner in Target and run into a friend or get an unexpected call to meet for coffee~just because!