I'm really going to miss you, Denver.

So, I'm moving to a small town. That's something I thought I would never have to declare. How did I let this happen? I have only Sam to blame. But before I make this sound like I'm being dragged kicking and screaming to Bozeman, Montana, I'll say that this is something I'm looking forward to doing. When I moved from Michigan to Denver, Colorado three years ago I finally felt like I had found my home. So why am I leaving it?

We took a trip to Bozeman in August of 2009 so Sam could show me where he spent 5 years earning his Masters in Architecture. I had been hearing stories of the quaint ski/college town located just north of Yellowstone for almost a year before making the 10 hour drive there. We spent 2 days just outside of town camping at Fairy Lake and hiking around the surroundings when I fell in love with the beauty of Montana. After conquering Sacajawea, the highest peak in the Bridger Range, it was time to officially meet Bozeman. We only spent one night there but Sam was able to take me on a comprehensive tour of all the main attractions: MSU campus, downtown and all its charm, that's kind of it. The main reason I'm eager to move is the proximity to nature and the outdoors. You may ask "Isn't Denver close to the mountains also?" My reply is that although the foothills of the Rockies are only 15 miles from Denver, it is more of a hassle than you can imagine getting there sometimes. It is not unheard of to wait in traffic on the way home for 3 hours just to pass through the Eisenhower tunnel, only to drive another 75 miles to be safe and warm in Denver. To me, that seems well worth it from time to time but begs me to search for a more efficient alternative.

When I saw how close Bozeman was to camping, hiking, skiing, whatever my pleasure, I was hooked. When I mentioned to Sam that I could live there, I never thought we would actually make it a reality. So now, here I am, one week away from packing all our possessions and merging our two lives into one for the first time. I have to say I'm equally as nervous as I am excited about the whole ordeal. That's kind of why I decided to blog. I have attempted to do this before but I just couldn't stick with it. I needed a motivation.

That's why I have set up a framework for myself so that this move is a major turning point in my life. For as long as I can remember I have been an "idea guy." These ideas have not been limited to any nameable constraints. They range from novelty items, furniture, political and social theory, urban planning, packaged food, and improvements on existing products. At the start of 2010 I told myself that this was the year to turn these ideas into reality. How is that possible when I am seemingly isolating myself in some of the least populated lands the world has to offer? Well, I recently met a very wise man who was born in Martinique, educated in Paris, and has lived in Los Angeles and now resides in "the smallest town I have ever lived in", Denver. He was strolling by during our garage sale a few weeks ago and stopped and talked with us for almost 45 minutes, never intending to purchase any of our "crap." He had a perspective that I don't see very often, he saw the world objectively, the whole world. He commended us for deciding to move to Montana and assured us that it did not mean what it has meant in the past to "move to Montana." The fact that we have the internet as a tool to connect us to everyone makes it a very unique time to be alive. As long as we have this tool, no one is confined to the geographical constraints of the past world. I intend to use the web in ways I am not even familiar with as of yet. First step: start a blog. Check.