It’s been approximately 5 weeks since I moved out to the eastern plains of Colorado and I am happy to say that I fully settled into my home and my role as a local physician here.  Over the past weekend I was able to get out west and do some rock climbing with some very cool friends and needless to say, it was a blast!

I also ended up doing some MAJOR grocery shopping as I am actually limited in grocery stores around the small town where I currently reside.  And this is where the title of the blog post comes into play.  Growing up in southeast Georgia and having an Indian mom who wanted Indian vegetables and Indian spices, we had to make regular trips to Atlanta to shop for all of these things in Indian stores and farmers’ markets.  I always enjoyed these trips because it was a chance to go the big city with all the big buildings.

After spending time with friends I shopped like crazy in Denver for things like almond milk and Trader Joe’s supplies.  I bought coffee, spices, raisin bread, brown rice, peanut butter, etc. The grocers probably thought I was preparing for the apocalypse.

I really like my situation now and am really looking forward to the winter.  I’ll be putting some snow tires on my car and drive out to the mountains to ski whenever I get the chance.  I just really want the weather to get cold now.  In that regard I think I differ from my parents, who always enjoyed the warm weather of southeast United States and India.