For the past week I was in Denver, Colorado, at Life Impact 2008. I decided right off the bat that I loved the city and that I wouldn’t protest if someone forced me to live in an apartment that hung over the top of a downtown boutique.

Here is a totally unedited view from the ninth floor of the Grand Hyatt at 7am:

My roommates and I slept with the curtains open, even though I know that stalkers could spy on us with a rifle scope or binoculars. In Tucson there are about 4 tall buildings, and Tucson has light pollution regulations because of the UofA observatory. So, we took the view any chance we could get, stalkers and all.

The higher altitude in Denver took me the whole week to get used to. One day, I decided to take the stairs up to my room instead of taking the elevators. The elevators gave me a headache because of the almost instant change in elevation. Nine flights of stairs? No problem, right? Wrong. I’m not sure which is worse: wheezing for half an hour or having a headache.

I spent a day in Boulder, too. It was a cute little college town, but I wouldn’t like to live there. I think I like cities with at least a million people. If I lived in Boulder, I would wake up every day and say, “What am I going to do today? Oh right, figure out how to breathe without oxygen. Right.”