If I felt unique for walking on the roads in Arizona, I feel much more so here in Colorado. Every other vehicle is a roaring truck, exhaust fills my nose as I hike the hill from the mechanic. My fire orange hair, parachute pants, purple nails, and quirky sunglasses probably influence the man working at the gas station to believe I’m an out of towner, and perhaps I am these days! I thought about mentioning “Oh I grew up here” after questioning the bus schedule, but what do I have to prove right? 
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