(Denver Love Letter #16)
As of June, I will have lived in this apartment for four years — the longest I’ve lived anywhere since I left my parents’ house in 1999. I’ve turned 25, 26, 27, and 28 here, and will soon turn 29. I love it. It’s going to be hard to leave my third-floor corner perch, with its wood floors and walls curved at the ceiling (there’s a word for that; it escapes me).
For the past few weeks I’ve been awakened each morning between 3 and 5 a.m. by cacophonous birds that live just outside my bedroom window. It’s a little annoying, but still makes me smile. What a gorgeous little place, what well-lit and airy rooms to call home during my young professional years.