Kelly Loves Four Years in Boulder

This morning I was driving into the Ideal Market parking lot and was on the phone with Jenna. I told her that this very week is my four-year anniversary of moving here. And I said that it really doesn't feel like four years. I remember what it felt like when I hit five years in NYC—it was a huge milestone. I made a scrapbook. I felt like I’d been through the wars; it seemed much longer than five years. But as I said to Jenna, now I’m like, “Huh! Four years! Interesting.” It’s not as much of a milestone; it just doesn’t matter. When you know you want to be somewhere for the next forty years, four years is truly nothing.

I meant that. And I’m starting to think that might actually happen. I’ve had a few question marks around where I will end up living—if I’ll ever really settle down, if it will be here in Boulder or somewhere else. But today, as I said “forty years” to Jenna, I thought—actually, that may just happen.

I should be so lucky! Boulder, I *heart* you. And I thank you for four amazing, exciting, fulfilling, transformative years. You are the very best town I have ever, ever known. Mwah!