I think it’s become pretty clear to anyone who knows me that I love this city. The amazing people? Yes. The beautiful vistas? Yes. The beautiful downtown? Yes. The beautiful women? Definitely.
However, it’s the little things. It’s the fact that Boise wants to be so… Boise. In a good way we love ourselves. We’ve come to realize that there are few places in this country that can match the quality of life, the outdoor opportunities, entrepreneurship and clean, safe community that we enjoy. I personally have lived in many places all across Florida, Topeka Kansas, Tennessee, and have visited many more. Nowhere have I been or lived where I was so happy to call myself a citizen. I love my home state of Florida and try to visit whenever I can but this place has really become mine.
I still pronounce Boise with a “Z” and probably always will, I don’t care what people say, I’ve been here eleven years now and consider myself a Boisean. I’ve kissed the blue turf of Bronco Stadium(Most natives probably haven’t done that, hah!), I’ve floated the river, barhopped Main Street, cliff jumped into Lucky Peak Lake and sat above the city on Table Rock after midnight on a cold Winter night. This is home, nowhere else can really touch it and many don’t understand the obsession we have. Like one writer said, his friends would ask him: “Why Boise?” that is, until they came to Boise.
I could go on all night about this place, as many others here would too, but I really do believe photos tell the story best.
Today I came across yet another one of the little things I love here, the art. At an intersection in front of the old Boise Train Depot there is a new roundabout and I met one of the women, Reham, who is creating a beautiful mosaic atop it. Here are a couple pictures I snapped.