So About Moving

There are small piles of boxes, a queen sized bed (yes, there have been jokes), an oak framed couch (my father was most insistent about making that point known), and some other bits waiting at the place that I shall have to come to think of as home. Where is that? Why just ask me and I'll say that it is P. Sherman... wait, no. Mishalak and Martin on Cherry Street between 8th and 9th. That should be vague enough for the general public.

I don't mind giving this out to one and all because A) I'm not famous and B) the building is Secure and we don't have a phone where people could bother us in the middle of the night. We're still in the process of unpacking the first load and I am resisting taking anything more there until we're finished with the first small mountain. I don't want to build an impossible Everest to climb in the living room.

Speaking of living room, it has one. And two bedrooms. The whole thing is about 740 to 800 square feet (I don't know what that is in meters because I'm using these funny numbers since everything in America is sold by them). What are we having to shell out for this marvelous space? $600 a month, which is not that bad considering the living room alone is the size of my whole previous apartment in Littleton. And the bedrooms might each be bigger than the room I rented for about the same amount in San Francisco. This is why I like living in Denver.

More when possible. It may be hard due to lack of internet and computer, for now.