What is it about Fort Collins? The skies are always a turquoise blue. The grass and trees are always a deep emerald green. FoCo still carries this everyone's welcome vibe, even decades later.

Moving my daughter into Corbett unlocked many memories along my rooms on the west side, namely A and H wing. The courtyard is now a haven for bicyclists, all rides parked where grass once stood. Not a bad thing The dining options are far fancier than the chicken tenders and Froot Loops I enjoyed breakfast, lunch and dinner. The friendliness is still a calling card on campus with many people helping one another moving frantically in all the chaos, yet not one drop of negativity. Everyone understood. The energy here is louder than the cannons firing off at Canvas on a warm Saturday afternoon, with Fat Tire in hand. Corbett is alive as ever with the same aging yellowish brick walls that have decades of stories, receiving fresh new coats of thinking and exploring each year.

My daughter settled into her room, meeting her new roommate who carries her sweet sensibilities and pursuit for higher learning. Got the mini-fridge. Got loads of mac 'n cheese. Got inspirational posters surrounded by hanging vines. Most important, got that enormous smile from her.

She knows. She belongs here.
I remember the first time I felt that belonging too. I still do.

Going back to Denver, It was hard saying goodbye and not seeing her every day. It was easy saying goodbye as her new, second family will take good care of her. The one we are all part of. The one we instantly fell in love with. The one that's part green, part gold, all amazing.

She is now a Ram. Always a Ram.

Oh, and we went to Pickle Barrel. Twice.




[Post edited by HighHorns at 08/17/2023 5:35PM]