My first day back in Colorado was on the sixteenth. Maria dropped me off at my house and I settled in. THe first thing I did was head to the garage where my bike was suffocating in a box. It had been in the box for about 4 days waiting for me.
I tore into the box and started assembling. The bike shop that my dad hired to do this project, ziptied literally everything. I think I cut off about 100 zipties in all. Not only did they stuff her into a box, they also tied the shit out of her. I left so bad for her, that I put the bike together as fast as I could.
After I put her together, I deflated both shocks to my specific weight. I kept them harder than needed, just so I could make incremental changes as I ride. After the bike was upright, I went to Boulder to buy a helmet and a bike tool. I bought this ugly yellow helmet due to the lack of awesome, dark green helmets in stock. REI has a really good return policy, so I figured I could return the yellow one for a green one whenever.
Once I got the helmet, I headed back to my place for a bit. I was going to wait until sunset to ride the bike. I found out that there is a pretty awesome trail system about a 5 minute ride from my place. It is almost like the case mountain of trails systems, but obviously a thousand times better because it is Colorado.
It feels so weird being back. I feel like I am starting over again. I have the same feeling that I had a few years back when I came back from Southeast Asia. I feel super lost, almost like my life has no direction, and I have to find my way again. Only this time, I have Specialized Carbon to fucking tear it up. Lol all kidding aside, it is an odd feeling being back.
My family accepted me back into Connecticut with open arms. It really was special this time. I felt like all the cousins had life figured out to a certain extent. I am so happy that everyone was doing so well. Babies were everywhere, the old generation of cousins were gone and the new generation of cousins arrived so soon. Familia es todo. Everyone bought houses, all of which were cheap… fuck you Colorado… At a glance, everything seemed great, except the weather. Lol. Nothing like Colorado weather.
My mom and Mike were killing it as usual. Nick had a beautiful family and house. My dad was happy, but complaining about life as usual. Vincent was same, same but better. We spent the weekend contemplating what business to start together. Olivia and her boyfriend Bo were so happy together. My dad went out of his way to show Bo all that Connecticut had to offer.
I think the reason for feeling lost was due to the struggle between family and the mountains. I just wish our family seated in a better location with more sunny days… I am off to work. I love this new schedule!!
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