I feel so silly for whining though. Things really are going pretty well. I think I may love my job a little bit. The people are really nice; just regular people. No drama so far, and only a few little hints that there might be some one day in the distant future. I am, in a technical sense, at the head of the class and I've already made a few "good catches" as far as policy goes for my enclave according to my new boss, so I'm feeling pretty good about myself.
I'm feeling pretty good about this place too. While I'm not totally crazy about Denver, I am pretty crazy about Colorado Springs. It's just lovely. The plains have an austere breadth to them that reminds me of a desert, without the slow painful death. The mountains rise out of the mist in the morning, waiting calmly in their grey-blue contemplation for something incomprehensible. The deer and the antelope play. The moon feels close enough to touch in those moments before sunrise and the bear lumbering through your yard is just a friendly neighbor, as long as a respectful distance and quiet reverence is maintained. Much like my childhood, strangers greet each other and make full eye contact while passing on the street or in a hallway.
So I'm pretty happy that I got the job in Colorado Springs. I would dearly have loved to have worked for Newmont, party because I feel like I owe them my loyalty because of their treatment of my father. I think companies like that are a beacon in dark economic waters. I would have accepted a slightly lesser offer from them for that reason, so maybe it was fate's intervention that exactly the right offer came in from Colorado Springs first. I do so prefer a smaller town.
I spent some evenings last week looking for apartments that would give us a six month lease. I've narrowed it down to about 3 places, so I think we'll be moving down the weekend of the 15th if I can get something finalized. A friend is loaning us his truck, trailers and muscles. I've stayed in two different friend's houses and will be imposing on a third next week. I really don't know how people do this sort of thing without a lot of help, so there, I am blessed again.
The last year or three have been really, really hard. But maybe my luck is changing for the better. Or maybe it was never bad at all and the universe was just taking a round-about way to bring me all the good things that I can sense just around the next corner.
The final thought for the evening is this:
Happy Birthday to my Moms!
