After just two months living in Boulder I can’t help sharing some observations on life in this pleasantly quirky town. There are plenty of statistics that speak volumes on their own. Like the fact that the city often snow plows the bike paths before it gets to the streets, or that seven out of ten residents own at least one bicycle. There are more used book stores per capita than any other city in the country, and Boulder has a higher percentage of bachelor degree holding residents than any other U.S. city over 50,000.
And as fascinating as those stats may or may not be, it’s the little things I see everyday that are truly entertaining. The first thing I noticed after moving here is that I can’t tell homeless people apart from almost anyone else. In New York or LA the small business owner in his Armani suit or her Jimmy Choo pumps is probably not going to be mistaken for part of the “transient population.” But in Boulder, the owner of the yoga studio downtown may very well have the same thrift store threads and month old dreads as the guy on the corner with a cardboard sign.
Please don’t get me wrong- I have absolutely no problem with this at all. In fact, it has a way of being strangely refreshing. I even ventured to the grocery store the other day without makeup on. Crazy, I know. And I bought a pair of Rock & Republic jeans at a consignment store for a fraction of what I would have paid at Bluefly.com. Score!
Stopped at a light downtown a few weeks ago, I saw a twenty-something year old girl on the corner holding a cardboard sign. All it said was “hope” in huge sharpie letters. Was she advocating and trying to inspire hope? Was she out and needing more- in the form of cash or pot or both? Was she promoting hope in general or protesting all forms of it? Absolutley no idea.
I probably have more hope than cash at the moment. Definitely more of either than pot. And two bicycles keep my consignment store jeans company. With several degrees- bachelors and beyond- and no actual job currently, I have no fingers to point. Just a little humor in the day to day. And that’s ok.