They can close Woody's, but they can't close everything I remember from Fort Collins!
Being a Sunday, I couldn't go inside the building, but I still got to look inside all the windows and see all of my old classrooms.
Everything is a lot smaller when you're 50% taller :p
Here's the first house I lived in in Colorado. Instead of this trippy beige variant, it used to be a trippy sort of red/purple that nobody could agree on the name of.
This is the second house I lived in in Colorado. Somehow I had no idea it was less than a mile from the first house.
The interesting thing about coming here now that I'm older is I suddenly realize that everything I ever knew in Fort Collins was in an area about two miles squared. So tiny... I'm residing a 20-minute drive form everything, which I totally didn't expect.
But it's good to finally see everything again. So many memories...