So, I don’t really want to show you pictures of my house, because it currently looks like a Stuff Bomb exploded and I don’t know how we’ll ever crawl out. Seriously, when I first go to the house, I was drunk on space: laundry room! coat closet! linen closet! (dude. In my entire adult life I have never had a linen closet. I cannot go back, people, I CANNOT.) But then, of course, the movers came, and the afternoon went something like this:
- “Yay my stuff! Bring me my stuff!”
- “Wow, awesome! Look at this stuff I have missed!”
- “Wow, ok, more stuff. Huh, um, put that stuff over there”
- “MORE stuff? Um, how about over …there?”
- “STOP BRINGING ME STUFF. How’d I get so much freaking stuff?”
So while I’m still drunk on space, I’m slightly sobered by the mess currently covering my space.
In light of that, I’d rather show you the view at the end of a trail that runs right outside my house:
Imagine how nice that would look when I find my real camera, eh?
I haven’t longed for the mountains the way Mike has; my opinion of perfection in nature is a rocky beach with towering evergreens — but in just two days here I still find myself breathless [insert altitude joke here] with the view of the front range. With the mountains in front of us, and the woods behind us (not pictured), I’m starting to love this place.
InnerTeub 
I’m jealous of your laundry room. I think it’s bigger and has more cupboards than my kitchen does.
Em – It’s stupid. It’s easily as much storage as my old kitchen.
I currently have kitchen shelves that are COMPLETELY EMPTY. I just… I do not know this lifestyle that I have stumbled into.
(Still unclear as to whether or not more cabinets > than ‘friends in close proximity’)
(not that unclear: it’s not. But in absence of social network: STORAGE!)
A rocky beach with evergreens is pretty much my favorite, too, but the mountains are a close second. That trail looks LOVELY.
Thanks! I’m still struck by the views every time I step outside. I hope I never stop enjoying them!