Back in the swing of it

The last two weeks have been chaotic to say the least. We've spent a good amount of time sleeping on air mattresses and sofa beds, hanging out with Spencer's family in California during a tough period of time. We parted ways (for the first time in four months - a crazy realization) as I headed to Colorado for work and Spencer made his way back to Oaxaca to reunite with Monet and pick up where he left off with making the most of the mountain biking in the area. 

Being back in the States was a little bit wild. "Culture shock" isn't really the right word to describe being back, but I certainly noticed a lot of things that I never would have thought of before spending time in Mexico. First of all, everything is so organized and brightly-lit. It's all so clean. When you're driving, people stay in their lanes (they don't try to create a new one) and they mostly go the speed limit. It's all very uniformed and proper. Heading back over the hill into Boulder, I realized that it might be one of the most beautiful towns in the world. Really, I love it there. But I also don't want to live there anymore. At least for now. I was very happy to see everyone that I care about, sing some karaoke, and find the shampoo I like on sale, but we're not there anymore. We're here. And that's a good thing.