28/07/2025
đThe Denver Soft Launch: Week Two
Feral, foldable, and figuring it out
Week 2 in Denver and somehow it already feels like both yesterday and a lifetime ago that I got here.
Iâm so thankful for my angel of a friend/roommate/badass and her family. Theyâve made space for me in ways I didnât know I needed. Itâs been strange and beautiful and unexpectedly soft.
Iâve been thinking a lot about how foldable our brains are. The way we bend to survive. The way we stretch around lies. The way we eventually snap into truth. Iâm noticing which stories were never mine to carry, and which ones Iâm finally ready to rewrite.
This week felt like living a soft reboot.
Hereâs what went down:
⢠Cried on the floor (healing, not spiraling)
⢠Picked up a few new hobbies by accident
⢠Took long, semi-dramatic nature walks
⢠Met new animal friends (some friendly, some judgmental)
⢠Found wild lavender everywhere and got weirdly emotional about it
⢠Researched every community college in Colorado like I was cramming for a life exam
⢠Made real friends who donât feel real yet, in the best way
⢠Discovered therapy types I didnât know existed and got low-key excited
⢠Got taken out for rooftop drinks and felt homesick in the best possible way
⢠Watched classic cars cruise by like I was living in a dream sequence
⢠Was gifted a hand-knitted hat by Ashley and briefly felt like a forest witch
⢠Tried to go to a baseball game but got the time completely wrong, so I went dive bar hopping with a local instead
⢠Ignored every hydration rule and learned the hard way that high-altitude hangovers are NOT CUTE
⢠Got a few job offers and entered my let-me-sit-with-this-a-minute era
Also: I breathed. I laughed. I started to feel like someone I havenât met in years.
This chapter fits. I didnât know how much I was trying to force the last one to work until I stepped out of it.
Hereâs to Week 3 đĽ