Good God!  At 34 should I wake up feeling like someone kicked my ass while I was asleep, or am I just getting old? 

So it seems I've managed to survive living on my own for the past few months, and it wasn't as bad as I thought it'd be.  I've managed to feed myself some decent meals, and have come to the realization that I'm not a big fan of bland foods.  I need to learn how to cook with flavor ... and do the same with my life. 

I have though fallen into deep appreciation of my new city.  The wind might be strong, but that makes for some crisp air.  I get to see the mountains around me every turn I take, fluffy white clouds, and the subtle 'greening' indicating Spring is on its way.  Not to mention the fact this place is full of squirrels ... and I do enjoy watching them scamper about.  Everyday seems so refreshing and new.  Even my commute is wonderful, I get to see both the sunrise and sunset.  It is honestly a great little escape from the city!