Where did I put that box cutter?

Greetings from sunny Colorado, where the mountain views take your breath away (as does the lack of oxygen). My lungs have grown in volume by a full 14% (I've been measuring), and I am enjoying the lack of mosquitoes and thigh-smackin' humidity. My time has been consumed with the moving process, as my once-delicious apartment is currently a cardboard jungle of epic proportions. The movers were kind enough to unpack all the kitchen-ware (not that I ever use it), and it made me realize what a project I had on my hands.


Luckily, this is a much bigger place in which I can spread my pack-rat wings (sorry for the mixed analogy). The empty apartment was truly a thing of beauty, and it was somewhat disheartening to muck it up with all my crazy junk. On the other hand, it was like X-Mas, unwrapping all those boxes and finding all the fun stuff I forgot I had. Books are currently the only problem, as they have no place to go but in stacks against the wainscoting.

There were a few casualties of the move, including a disembodied statue toe, but overall I would say it went pretty well. It amuses me that my washer and dryer are more well-traveled than most people. If anyone wants to swing by when you're in town, you are more than welcome in my not-so-living room, where half the furniture (especially side-tables and ottomans) are made of cardboard boxes.I invite you all to come and visit, but I warn you that you will be prodded to take some empty boxes with you when you leave. I hope everyone is well - wish me luck in the hours of waiting in line at the DMV that lie ahead.