I saw on a bulletin board the phrase “Let go of the Oars, everything you want is downstream….”
When I was 16 I immigrated to Canada from England. 15 years later I went back to visit England with my new Canadian husband in tow. I always felt British in my blood, and that England was my home. When I went back in my 30’s I had changed so much, I no longer fit into the British way of life. Most Brits thought I was American. I was shocked, I did not realise how much I had changed until I went back to visit.
I had a similar experience recently when I had a single friend visit me here in the Colorado mountains. He was interested in the nightlife in the mountains. I really have not been out in the bars late at night, as my fiance does not drink. I wondered if I was missing out on the live music and the dancing scene by staying home every night.
With my single friend visiting we went out on the town in Breckenridge. We first went to a bar called Apres where they serve craft beers. It was fun, I had a dark beer from a Fort Collins Brewery. We met people from Miami who grew up skiing in Breckenridge. We met lots of young folks from Florida who grew up in the heat, hate the heat, and love the snow and mountains. Then we went to the Gold Pan Saloon which was loud and we left. We Finally ended up in the back room of another bar called the Motherloade tavern. We sat and watched attractive 30 somethings hooking up around us. One couple had just met three days ago, she was from Denver and he was from Miami, they were on their third date and they were very cute. I kept encouraging my friend John to go and talk to women. He went up to ask a woman to dance and she said no. I mean really? it’s just a dance. Everywhere people were doing shots of Fireball whiskey. The band started at 9pm and people were dancing on the tables, with pint glasses smashing on the floor. We were standing on the ramp to the back room, and within 15 minutes the place filled up. We were pressed up against two other rows of people on the ramp hanging onto our pint glasses. People were screaming in your ear to talk to you. One guy beside me got up and sang with the band and did the Rolling Stones song Ssympathy with the Devil. He rocked the house.
The energy of the place was drunken hook up energy, or as they say here “hitting the mountain”. I said to my friend John “if I was a cougar I would have easy pickings here” as everyone was in the 20s or 30s and pounding back shot after shot. I realised that this was no longer a place that I fit in. I missed my fiancée who was home in bed, and I could not relate to the drunken hookup artists around me. I just wanted to go home. I waited until my friend was ready to go. I was relieved to be home. I realised I had emigrated from the country of singleton to the country of relationship, and I was not missing a thing.
*Image credit: By Motmit – Own work, CC BY-SA 3.0