The Starman Family: Alamosa and I

Sangre de Cristo Mountains (taken from the Hooper Hot Springs)

So while the men were framing the basement, the Starman girls took a road trip to "the 'mosa".

Alamosa, that is.

Now, Alamosa and I have a long storied past. My dad and Alison moved there when I was 14. (I promise to post a family tree someday but bare with me for now.) I was doing time in the south suburbs of Chicago with my mom for the majority of the year, but would occasionally summon the strength to leave all my friends and teenage angst (actually, I usually packed it with me) and head to the middle of nowhere. I could not for the life of me understand why on earth they were so happy to move there. It was freezing-- all the time. There was no mall for about 3 hours. One movie theatre and 15 Mexican restaurants. Just didn't get it. Now don't get me wrong, the highlight was the family time. And I have wonderful memories of Christmases and summers with them all. My affinity for them, however, never made it to my surroundings, and contempt for the Valley grew. After moving to Boulder (the best place in the world, as far as I was concerned) for college, I did spend more time down there, although my opinion of the area didn't change a whole lot. It could have something to do with the unbelievable stress and sadness that came with each visit that led up to very tearful, heart wrenching goodbye. After Alison died, I actually thought I should live there. My intentions were genuine, I desperately wanted to care for my grieving Dad and broken hearted little brother and sister. But alas, Alamosa and I were not meant to be. Years went by and shortly after I met Scott, my dad called to tell me he and Vee were moving the kids, Larry and Megan were the only ones left at home (again I promise a tree), to St.Cloud, Minnesota. For some reason, although Scott and I had only been dating a few months, I knew I had to take him there. We drove down, two huge dogs in tow, in 100 degree heat with no A/C. He must have liked me. Believe it or not, we had so much fun. We went to the Sand Dunes and hiked up Zapata Falls. We walked along the Rio Grande that slowly flowed right behind my parents house. And they all liked the big bald guy. Even Alamosa.

Now they have moved back. Back to the Valley. And maybe I have softened or matured or just plain gotten over it. But its really not that bad. The views are unbelievable. The atmosphere is small town yet cultured, thanks to the college and historical Hispanic influence. And the people are so, so very nice. Finally, almost 25 years later. I get it. It's not perfect. No where is, not even Boulder, and I had to learn that one the hard way. But it's a damn nice place. I actually am looking forward to many future trips to Alamosa--to see Nana and Papa and Mark and Marcus and the girls. Camping at the Sand Dunes, taking the girls up Zapata Falls and riding bikes along the Rio Grande.

I am at peace with Alamosa. I hope it is with me.