Someone asked:
How did you end you up in Denver? Do you think that's your home for good?
I grew up in Rochester, MN. It's in the south-eastern area of MN, and home to the Mayo Clinic. The city is basically run by Mayo and IBM, historically the largest two businesses in town. It's quite white-collar, and repeatedly voted "best place to raise a family" by such-and-such.
So, after I graduated college from NDSU (Fargo, ND), I decided I really really needed to "get out of dodge". I sent out resumes like crazy, and found out that a new graduate with a so-so GPA wasn't in such high demand as I'd hoped. I interviewed at Cray in Wisconsin, and despite getting a second interview, they took someone else with more experience. So I started looking locally. A friend from NDSU landed a job at IBM working on their internal code maintenance application (IDSS); I interviewed and was hired by Broadway and Seymour, a consultant firm. Whee, I was working in my hometown.
DO NOT WANT. I stayed at IBM for about 8 years or so, about 2 years too long, in retrospect. I love my friends and family in MN, don't get me wrong... but after the umpteenth time old friends visiting Roch over the holidays asks incredulously "You *still* live here?", it gets old.
I had taken a month-long summer trip with 2 friends the summer after our high school graduation, driving from MN to California. We drove through Denver, and I remembered that it seemed like a nice place. (I was securely in the closet in high school, btw.)
After 8 years at IBM, I decided to take another road trip. I decided that I liked the west coast more than the east, so I set off on another California trip, this time looking for job prospects, and in general, someplace to live next. A major factor was coming out... I just didn't think that it would be very easy to come out while living in my home town. Some distance is needed...
Long story short, I never made it to California the second time. I came back with the idea that Denver would probably be my next location. I quit my job, packed up my belongings in a u-haul trailer, and drove my ass out here. No job lined up, no friends here. (Looking back, that was a lot braver than usual.) I found a cheap hotel (the BelCaro Motel on Colorado Blvd-- I remember how exciting it was to be near such a busy road, near such a big city)), I hunted for software dev jobs, and found a few fairly quickly. Having just came from IBM-land, I really wanted to be part of a small company, and I got that when I was hired to a (then small) Windows dev shop, building a new generation of oil&gas exploration software under Windows 3.1 & NT. In fact, apparently we were one of the first purely-scientific apps written on Windows. 13 years later, I'm still with them, although they are now owned by that big-bad oil company (and I code in Java, on a dual-21", quad-processor, 8-Gig RAM Linux box-- a far cry from those original Windows boxes!).
And yes, I really do see Denver as 'my place' for quite a while. I like it here.
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