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Santa Fe

September12

I should mention: I think I’m going to really enjoy living here.

The cultural environment…well, let’s just say that there IS one. The weather will be pretty much no change at all. The people seem to be warm and friendly (I’ve already made one “mommy” acquaintance at a local park earlier while letting Maya blow off some steam). Hiking…well, it’s a longer drive than if I lived *in* Colorado Springs, but roughly the same (or maybe even less) as from Monument.

My townhome (feels funny to say that, too — it’s Mike’s place, but his housemate moves out the end of this month, so I’ll be here within the next month) is right next to a paved walking/biking trail, and I have visions of rollerblades and a jogging stroller. Oh, and a tether for the stroller (grin). The gal I met earlier said she thinks the trail runs by a town park, so I’ll have to investigate further. Rollerblading/letting Maya play/rollerblading again sounds like an idyllic way to pass mornings, when I often get little accomplished anyway until naptime.

Then there’s Trader Joe’s. Oh, how I love Trader Joes.

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“Santa Fe”

  1. Avatar September 13th, 2006 at 5:07 am Larc Says:

    Trader Joes ROCKS. And they have GF food, too! See if Maya gets into the same habit as Coral – now C must get a balloon as soon as we get into the store. It’s great, totally keeps her happy as she says hi to all the other kids!
  2. Avatar September 13th, 2006 at 7:46 am Kate Says:

    Ahhh…A cultural environment…I miss that! 9 more weeks until I’m back in spitting distance from *the* cultural environment;)
 
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Allison
Los Alamos, NM
After a childhood of immersion in my family's religious tradition, I hit college and my first true experience with the question, "why?" Why did I believe as I did? If I thought about it, I had no idea. So, I spent the next ten years not thinking about it.

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Once I hit 30, I began asking myself that question all over again. A few years later, I woke one day to realize that I simply didn't believe. For many reasons, I am a much happier (and more emotionally healthy) person having let go of god. There are still days that I wish god did exist. It would be a relief to relinquish responsibility to a greater power.

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But, even better, I can see life for what it is, and work with reality. That's more powerful than any god could hope to be.