What do you love about where you live?
I was born and raised in Denver, Colorado—a stone’s throw from the beautiful Rocky Mountains.
Denver was wonderful. We walked everywhere as young children. We played outdoors for hours. Our group walked down the alley to fetch crab apples. We skipped to the corner store for a piece of candy.
Those innocent days disappeared long ago. It wasn’t until high school we began to feel unsafe in our community. It has escalated since. Even with the gentrification over the last few decades, anyone from Colorado knows you don’t live in Denver. Those who stayed, well, I’ll never understand.
I admit I can’t name one thing I love about this place. Colorado, in general, is plagued with reminders of mass shootings. Look up those stats. What is there to love? Progressive governors focused on big tech and other businesses infiltrating this quiet and calm western state. So came social issues like other places around the country.
Haunted by the homeless crisis, politics ensue. Our potential governor and mayor use the topic to entice voters by promoting “an end to the emergency.” Inviting and inspirational, isn’t it? We resemble the west coast far left these days. There are streets and locations dedicated to tent cities all around the metro area. The Denver mayor promises to home every person using tax payer money and provide free resources.
I’ve yet to hear about accountability and employment.
(Before you assume I’m an enemy of the homeless and social issues, read my content. You will find a direct connection.)
The more prominent Denver emerged, the less attractive it became to the middle class. I read a news article the other day that said the ‘young and rich’ flocked to Denver in the 90’s. I have no doubt they’ve since flocked out.
We are blessed with the mountains. However, attempting a trip westbound will take you hours due to the increasing traffic over the decades. Our infrastructure is always under construction and rarely completed or helpful. By the time projects end, it’s time to start them again. Construction afforded our family a cozy life, so no complaints here. I have an inside look. I’m thankful it never ends!
Trash. When did my state become the dumpster it is? Americans take no pride in maintaining where they live. They talk about it as a cause, but look around. Clearly, there is no walk behind the talk. If we can’t handle the simple task of throwing away our trash, we will never accomplish global responsibility.
Housing costs jumped for everyone around the country. We began experiencing the California effect long ago. Our next adulting generation will be renting forever, and even then it’s unaffordable. Roommates, my friend. It’s the only way. They are unable to create a savings at this point.
My home state is unrecognizable these days. Often times, it’s embarrassing. The people truly baffle me in their progressive voting skills. How have we become a nation that votes for leaders based on whether or not they agree with abortion?
There are dying communities out here! Education is a joke, healthcare remains astronomical, a loaf of bread costs $4-$8! Our roads are failing. People can’t breathe due to pollution. Thousands are living in tents, addicted, and hungry. Those outside of homelessness are one step away. Evil continues to rampage. And the grand argument is abortion come time to vote?
So, what do I love about where I live? God’s glorious display of beauty in the Rocky Mountains and the plans to leave them next summer. I will be following the other Colorado natives and leaving this state in the incapable hands of the clueless. They made it unlovable.
Wake up, America. Politics, greed, power, and social agendas have ruined my state and will slowly destroy this country. Yes, I’m bitter and disgruntled. Look around. It would be best if you were, too.
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