I’ve had a romantic attitude about the entire state of Colorado every since I was a child and I first heard the music of John Denver. And it’s not like he was not like he was exclusively Colorado oriented; but still, Rocky Mountain High is a great song. And as far as I understand it, it is one of two recognized official state songs so I’m not the only one that thinks that. In fact, I used to sing that song a lot in my house growing up and my family began to get tired of it. It was almost like my theme song and they would here it every time I walked into the room.
Naturally, when I had the opportunity to visit a good friend in Denver I accepted immediately. I was nineteen at the time and had been working at a local gas station. With no offense to the station, I was more than willing to quit my job and take off for a month that summer. And honestly I think it was probably one of the best decisions I’ve ever made. The mile high city was so beautiful I just had a great sense of peace combined with an excitement, which I know is an interesting combination, the entire time I was there. It really just felt like it was where I was meant to be. My friend suggested I go ahead and just move there since I had already quit my job and everything.
For some reason I decided almost on a fluke to apply to the University of Colorado Denver. The process wasn’t so much of a fluke as I hadn’t given any thought to colleges since I missed the deadline for applying to my state school. When my application was approved I nearly fainted. I had a good track record in high school and scored high on my SATs I just, I don’t know. It’s like casually pursuing a dream and it comes true or something, I can’t quite say what exactly I felt like. But I was accepted into the College of Arts and Media and I would begin school that fall. My parents were so excited when I told them that they immediately made reservations in one of the Colorado hotels to come and help me get settled in. Rocky Mountain High, I’m home.
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