Reasons We're Excited to Move to Denver

We are pretty g-damn excited for our upcoming move. And here are some reasons why!

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The sunshine!

We have loved living on the East Coast for many reasons, but we realized after a while that the constant rainy/gloomy/freezing weather was really affecting our moods and energy levels. When we tell people we're moving to Denver, they always mention how cold it's going to be which makes us laugh because, hello, it's a high of 22 tomorrow. TWENTY-TWO. We can deal with the cold, it's the lack of sunshine that has really been cramping our style. Needless to say, moving somewhere that boasts 300 days of sunshine a year is getting us pretty excited.

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The beers!

I don't think this one really needs much explanation...

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Downtown!

If we stayed in DC, we wouldn't be able to afford to live where we work. The way it's shaping up right now, we will probably end up living within a mile or two of my work which has us right downtown. We'll be able to walk to my work and enjoy all downtown has to offer and not break the bank living there.

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The outdoors!

Along with the better weather comes more opportunities to get outside and get moving. We have become so lazy with our exercise and hiking since we moved to the East Coast two years ago and it's really been bumming us out. When we lived in Ridgecrest, we used to go hiking in the mountains almost every weekend and then would, of course, reward ourselves with breakfast and cocktails. We can't wait to explore Denver's parks, mountains, and hiking trails and then, of course, reward ourselves with food and booze.

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The food and bar scene!

One of the first things Mike said when I suggested I apply for the job that would move us to Denver was that Denver's food and cocktail scene was blowing up right now. We've got our priorities straight, I tells ya'.

(Ignore the weirdo in the green jacket)

Closer to our West Coast family!

My sister has been voting for this move ever since I first mentioned it and she's already figured out the train she needs to get to us. Get ready to see more of us weirdos!

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Being less than two hours away from Vail.

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And about 3 hours away from Aspen.

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And about an hour away from Colorado Springs.  I am already so excited to plan all kinds of day trips and romantic getaways to these nearby areas.

We can't wait! Now, I just wish the stressful move was over and we were there already....

Phase 1 of the Move: Put All Our Favorite Shit Into Storage

Yesterday, we completed phase 1 of our most recent move (we move a lot) by moving all of our favorite things, pretty much all of our things, into a storage place near to my dad and step-mom's house.

I had to carry things, you guys. Like heavy boxes.

And drive a car by myself. Which should not be a big deal, but it's me so it is and that bridge is terrifying and I've never driven the Sonata on a freeway and there were a bunch of accidents on the freeway and Gizmo barfed in Mike's car and whew. It was a deal.

After that though, me and the pups were safely at my dad and step-mom's house while my dad and Mike unloaded all our crap into the storage unit. Lucky ducks. I got to sit and eate cheese in an air conditioned house while they lug heavy shit around. Not fair? Maybe. I'm okay with it though.

I'm kind of sick of moving. And this move is only the first step to another move so it's just layer one of my stress cake (food and stress all in one metaphor, so me!). The dogs always hate it and barf all over the car, I am just horrendous at helping to move heavy things (t-rex arms), and it's always so hot on moving days, have you noticed that? It never fails. But at least I have a former moving guy as a husband and my dad is super good at carrying heavy things and there's cheese this time, cheese helps.

And here are some photos.

I miss my stuff already.

Who knew we owned two ladders? Also, that one on the left is deceptively heavy.

My unfinished clothes for storage pile. I'm going to regret some of these decisions, I just know it. Handy though that I just gained enough weight to where half this shit no longer fits. Maybe it will by the time we move again? (probably not)

Commence 15 minute discussion on whether we should bring these chairs or not. Tough decisions, people.

Obligatory and, might I say, amazingly flattering moving self portrait.

Our guests that are coming next week should feel so comfy and homey in our guest room. Urp.

Tuffy has made himself quite at home.

Texts on the drive there. Oh, Virginia traffic...

Drugged Gizmo on the way home. Poor guy.