So there's this place that I love with a passion...
The one place I can feel free to be myself...
The one place I can feel free to live it up...
The one place where I can snowboard for hours, falling on my arse attempting new tricks, and feel proud rather than ashamed.
The one place where I can cross a street, hike up a mountain at dawn, and take pictures of the sunrise...
The one place where reality is so great it almost tops my dreams...
The one place I can feel free to dance with random strangers in the streets of Breckenridge...
The one place where I can totally overuse the word "dude" and people look at you with respect...
The one place where you can meet some of the most amazing people on a 14-minute-ride up a mountain...
The one place I can say my heart belongs...
Colorado.
Why'd I have to come home?