Ah, the joys of moving. Since 2005, I have found myself (and now my little family) in six different residences and now on the verge of the seventh. Ah, the joys of renting.
I've made a reluctant cross-country move just days after graduating high school. To my transitional home in Monument, Colorado, a place that welcomed me back each summer even though I had promised the previous one would be my last.
As a semi-normal college student, I chose the grab-bag of living arrangements over the years: dorm life, sorority house life, living with friends, living with sorority sisters who also no longer belonged to the sorority and finally into an itty-bitty house basement with my soon-to-be husband turned actual husband.
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With college life over and a pair of big girl pants waiting for me in Denver, we made another move out from the comforts of Laramie. Into a third story apartment we went. An apartment where we decided it would be okay to welcome another 8-week-old puppy into our lives that we would run up and down the stairs at 3:30 in the morning to potty train (no regrets, Miss Scout).
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| How Burley and I used to get to work each day. |
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And now, we prepare to pack our crap, I mean treasures, into boxes yet again. This time we chose not to live on the top floor and not to live underground, finally finding a still itty-bitty duplex which sits firmly on the ground. It has a yard, a big bonus for the two rovers. And, it is under two miles from where I will work all summer. And this revelation is magnificent. I can commute by bicycle ALL SUMMER and possibly into the fall/winter. Lyle too can continue his bicycle commuting ways, which makes for a happy, less-stressed out-physical therapy student, husband. As I renew my lifestyle as a bicycle commuter, I'm sure I will have many posts filled with exuberance and glee.
In the meantime, we will make the move closer the city. A move I'm actually excited to make.
