It’s been almost 2 years since I decided to pack up my snow boots and head out to CAlifornia to chase a golden opportunity and potentially find a new home.
It sure was exciting.
- Google cars sitting on the freeway alongside Teslas and Ferraris.
- Meeting CEO of this and president of that.
- Walking on the beach on Christmas Day as seals and dolphins surf the waves.
Less publicized was the daily 2 hour fight to get to work. The $3000 rent and the 70 hr work week.
Needless to say, after 20 months I knew a heck of a lot more about wine, but missed my friends, the yellow aspens of fall and knowing where the hell to find a decent camping spot in June.
It was time to come home.
Lazy weekends in St.Helena are memories I shall never forget (and hope to add to) but living in a place where meth heads battle it out under my window.. Those nights I’d rather forget.
I leave with wild memories of Santa Cruz descents, the Boss live and giving it some, and my lovely neighbors- now friends for life- who swam with me through the foggy spring/summer and fed me more wine, cheese and salami than a Brit thought possible.
To them I raise an Aperol spritz and say ‘salut’
To my Denver peeps I simply say ‘what’d I miss?’