Thoughtsickles from my Mind Grapes

Sometimes I forget that I'm an adult. A real-life adult. Spending the last few months living at home somewhat reverted me back to the days of high-school. It was pretty dang nice that my Mom had a meal cooked and ready on the table every night, and that I didn't have to go grocery shopping, pay the electric bill, and worry about getting a rent-check in to the landlord on time. Then...BOOM...I got married--which is a very adult thing to do, by the way--and I'm suddenly thrown back into the realm of adulthood, albeit on somewhat unfamiliar ground.

Being married is fantastic. It's a new season of life that I'm tackling, and I'm not tackling it on my own. I have a constant companion now; which is both thrilling and somewhat scary. This first month of our marriage has pretty much been a whirlwind of activity, with almost all of our free-time claimed by travel, sports, scotch-tasting (yes, really), setting up our home, job searching, and season one of LOST. It's been a non-stop ride of fun; but I can't help but feel a sort of loss for some of the habits I've grown to rely on. Habits like spending quality time with friends who know me inside and out. I'm anxious to delve deeply into the city of Denver; to connect with a church, develop friendships, and to do a better job of maintaining those friendships I do have here.

I'd also love to start volunteering some of my time with a local organization here. Any suggestions? I'm guessing my time here in the mile-high city is limited, and I want to make the most out of living here, because there's so much more to life than non-stop whirlwind's of awesomeness.