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Lessons Learned from a Georgia Girl Living in Colorado (Part 2)

Remember that one time when I said I was going to keep learning (the hard way) little lessons in Colorado? Well, here are some more for your reading pleasure.

No one told me that I'd have to wash my car...a LOT. The shit they lay down on the roads combined with dirty snow makes my hard to dirty and already gray Honda Accord straight up nasty. Like, I have to use that gas station squeegee thing on my HEADLIGHTS, nasty. Luckily every other car on the road looks the same, so I feel less bad about it. I will tell you guys that getting my car washed the other day made my heart burst with happiness which is also indicative of the fact that I can adult SO HARD.

I also knew I would need boots. I just didn't realize that I would need all the boots. My Tom's and ballet flats don't do shit in freezing temps and wearing them makes me look like an asshat. I'm used to having several shoe choices when I go out because, girl, so this has been an adjustment. I've been living in my Sperry Duck Boots. Every. Day. And even on the coldest and snowiest of days, they haven't made the cut. So recently, I had to invest in a tall, waterproof, insulated pair of Sorel's for the days when I step out of the car and into a foot of snow (like when I get my car stuck in the driveway and have to climb out the passenger side). I've discovered you can be warm or cute...never both.

Speaking of cute. The style here is that there is no one style for women, really, and I LOVE it! I'm comfortable in whatever I wear however I'm wearing it and that, y'all, is ah-mazing. Make up? Cool. No make up? Cool, too. The only complaint I have about cuteness in Colorado is the overwhelming use of trucker hats on bearded dudes. Kudos to the trucker hat inventor, 'cause he/she is making BANK.

Also. Humidifiers are key. KEEEEYYYY to avoiding dry everything. Nosebleeds in the grocery store, on the way to work or while you're trying to enjoy a glass of wine aren't cute. I'm just waiting to be in the middle of a date when a reenactment of the red wedding decides to start happening out of one nostril. (if it does happen, you'll get a full report, though!)

Some of us thought I was going on an adventure when moving to Colorado. Were dirty cars, boots and nosebleeds what you were thinking when I used the term "adventure"? No? Welcome to Helen's World. ;-)

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