me: hi, can i have a large—
starbucks employee: you mean a venti?
me: can we not do this
the place where one lives permanently, especially as a member of a family or household.
I’ve lived in more places in the past three years than in the past thirteen, and I’ve spent more time with co-workers and hotel staff than I have with my friends and family. I don’t mean to be complaining about first-world problems—living in a studio suite with a staff that cleans for me for the summer is a once-in-a-lifetime luxury I’m more than humbled to have, but I couldn’t help but reflect as my internship comes to an end next week.
I’ve grown to love living in Colorado more than I imagine I would have. While I lived in both halves of California, I think I needed to live in a different state to realize what a bubble I live in. I’ve worked with interns from all across the country, and I’m embarrassed to admit I wasn’t super savvy on my west/mid-west state geography.
I spent my summer with people that indulge in the outdoors and bond over hikes and road trips instead of gossip in the trendiest cafes and restaurants. Don’t get me wrong, I will forever be a California girl at heart (I shamelessly have 10 pairs of shoes with me here and NOTHING beats California weather), but I fell in love with the genuine sincerity of the people here. People work hard, but they have a much better concept of work-life balance I failed to see in my peers at school. I was also surprised to see young people in my office working in one place for more than five years. In California, most of the young adults I know don’t sit still for more than three years because they’re always chasing a higher salary or climbing up the corporate ladder. And I personally will engage in that culture myself when I graduate, but again, I love the change of pace and priorities I’ve experienced in the mile-high city.
Denver, you will be missed.