Sometimes it really does feel like a mythical place, this little town I call home. A place where everyone is happy, and healthy and ridiculously good-looking. Where you walk three minutes to get to work, and wave at your friends along the way. You love your job, and at the end of the day you can be hiking alone above tree-line just 20 minutes from your front door looking down on this little playground in the valley, nestled in between 12,000' peaks. Where every night ends with a rainbow and a magnificent sunset.
But this isn't reality. Its all make-believe, right?
Or is it?