So here I have it, a place to set out from. The boxes are unpacked, the things stashed more or less where they belong, the routines of the day are established, and this afternoon, I set out cheerfully to drive up into the foothills for a little hike. I followed the directions up a highway with a state route number to a certain town to find a certain road, turn here turn there, and before I knew it, there I was a the Lazy J Ranch Jefferson County park.
This is a park with a very modest three and a half mile loop trail with very small elevation changes, just what I was needing. I can climb the two flights of stairs to my apartment with only a little huffing and puffing at the top, but this trailhead was two thousand feet higher than the Mile High City and environs.
Then I came home.
This was not the same as my trip to Montana, which was almost a continuation of the original road trip to get here. My apartment was not yet really my home. But now that I have set out to work and shop a bunch of times and come back, especially now that i have set out for a hike in the mountains, I must be home when I return.
Today I also bought some things to use for real cooking. If it's home, I don't need all these plastic containers of things to eat. I can fix food for myself. We'll see.
Maybe that's another level of being home.
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