Where I Come From

The house my parents live in is the same house that they moved into just after my birth. (That’ll be 36 years in April for those counting. *winks*) It’s a farmhouse on the eastern plains of Colorado, where on a clear day you can see the Rocky Mountains from the back porch and at night the coyotes serenade you under a million stars sewn into an absolute black tapestry.

I have watched the sun rise, coloring the sky like a painter’s brush with this unreal palette of mauve, pink, and gold. I have seen thunderstorms come sweeping down from the west with their angry blue-black clouds, and I have witnessed the terrifying swirl of a tornado touching down. That roar is something you never forget.

At 18 I went off to college, moving out of that house to Boulder and from there I was on a great adventure. This girl who lived in the same place for 18 years managed to move 19 times in 17 years. The last move, of course, was just last year into the gorgeous house my husband and I bought in July.

Moves number 12 and 13 were the only two that crossed state lines. I moved to Alabama to be with my husband and then a year and a half later we moved back to Colorado.

I’m brutally honest when folks ask me about that year and a half. I wasn’t happy with Alabama. I hated the humidity, the cockroaches, the bigotry, and the horribly obvious division between the rich and poor. It was a shock for this western girl and to be quite frank the state didn’t treat me all that well and I was more than happy when we drove away for good.

Ironically, my single “good” memory of my time there is when I attended a counter-protest of the Westboro Baptist Church when they were protesting the Southern Poverty Law Center in downtown Montgomery. I’m grateful for the opportunity to join with other good people (I do know they exist in AL, so you don’t have to send me letters or reprimands about that. 😛 ) to stand up against hate.

Moving home though… *shakes head* …it was what I wanted. I am very much a western girl. I love the mountains. I love the definite seasons. I love how <i>active</i> everyone is here. I love the 360 days of sunshine and the fact that sometimes in January I can be wearing short sleeves one day and a wool coat the next.

When my husband was still in the military, we talked about the other places we’d like to live – England and Japan were on the list. Also D.C. and California. We didn’t get the chance for that and now with this house purchase I think the chances of us moving elsewhere for a long while are pretty slim, but I know we’ll travel because it’s something that both of us like to do.

I’ve promised to take him to England (as I’ve been once already) as well as Scotland and Ireland. I want to go to France to see the beaches of Normandy, and to India to see as much as possible. I wouldn’t mind seeing the white nights of St. Petersburg and St. Basil’s Cathedral.

There are a number of places in the States we still haven’t been, especially back east. Not to mention that Macchu Picchu is on my Bucket List, so I’m sure we’ll head south at some point in our lives.

For now though, we’re here and I still grin like a loon every time I see this just outside my door.

K.B. Wagers


19 responses to “Where I Come From

  1. I’m grinning like a loon looking at the view on a microscopic scale. Congrats again on the house. And, yes, never stop traveling.

    • This was the post of uncooperative photos. *rolls eyes* For some reason we couldn’t get any of them to size right apparently. (even though according to my computer the two photos in the body are the exact same size/pixels)


  2. Oh…so many places to see…India is definitely on my bucket list, and travel is one of the great pleasures of life.

  3. Travel is definitely in my soul. I really want to get to a point where I can take James to all the places I went as a child, just to show him and to see if they are what I remember them to be.

  4. Lovely post! It’s amazing to travel somewhere and immerse yourself in a new culture. I miss China so much and can’t wait to go back! I hope you get to have a grand adventure somewhere new this year. 🙂

  5. I love your backyard. I so want to sit there drinking a glass of Kung Fu Girl with you!!

    I can’t wait to travel more. Italy tops my list (especially Venice, Florence and the Tuscany region), but France, Northern Spain and Portugal are pretty high up there, too! I’d also love to see the British Isles and Scandinavia, and visiting Japan would not suck. 🙂

    Great post.

  6. I will definitely be dropping by your house one of these days just for that awesome view. *sighs*

  7. Travel, visiting other places and worlds is a wonderful way to expand the mind and feed the soul. And having the right life partner/soul mate just makes the experience more joyful.

    Go see the world, listen to the people, learn all you can, there’s no better gift to give yourself.


  8. Travel is one of my favorite things – I like traveling with companions and I like traveling by myself. On my list – anywhere there’s great art!


    • I actually really like traveling by myself. I went to London just after I graduated college all by my lonesome and it was a fantastic trip. I did meet up with friends for parts of it, but I got to spend several days in London by myself and it was so much fun.

  9. Thanks for the info on you for my file 😉 Seriously, it’s a little difficult getting to know online friends and you are one of my faves so far. So don’t disclose anything that’s going to convince me you’re an asshole, ok?? I’m sorry your experience with living in the South had to be Alabama. There are a couple of decent streets in that state, I guess. But I’m sure when the Stars Fell On It, they really screwed some shit up. If you ever want to see North Florida, give me a shout! I’m a big fan of Colorado Springs, my grade school bestie moved there so I got to come visit quite a bit until she went to college in Durango. It’s a beautiful place and you have a gorgeous yard and your GotG view stirs a huge amount of envy.

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