"Bolder"

I'm finally moving to the town where everything I believe lies on the moderate to conservative side of the political spectrum. I would be, in fact, bold to assert my respect for Palin, for instance. However, the comfort that I was expecting in being accepted for my views is not quite soothing. While the "liberal" party is supposed to be more open-minded, it is in fact only open to its own views. I want so badly for there to be a medium where socially liberal and fiscally conservative can come together and actually make a factual defense for something while adding a pinch of feelings, just for taste.
Of course, this is wishful thinking, and until I come out with my third party manifesto, I will not complain -- at least for the rest of this post.
Boulder really is a remarkable town, what with its millions of cars and trillions of cyclists all meshing together in a gigantic, ever-evolving, stop-and-go worm that makes its way across Broadway. It is one of those places where it is so easy to fit in, yet feel inwardly fake, or to be a follower for doing what feels right. Most of the time it does not matter, as there are so many milling around that one easily goes unnoticed. It is the first time in my life that I have had the pleasure of disappearing, always going to small schools and living in the same city in which my parents both grew up.
Of course, the happy finding when going unnoticed is when you are noticed, which Boulder is also good for on occasion.
I'm not fearing becoming a Boulderite, and will in fact embrace it head-on... boldly if you will. I'm going to do everything that would identify me as a Boulderite if it feels right. Yoga... check. Granola... yum/check. Rock climbing... check. Cycling... check. Wearing chacos... check and check. Enjoying the musicians on Pearl St... check. Plastering a peace sign somewhere on my vehicle or on my person at all times... working on it. Inner peace and spiritual enlightenment... still to come.