Boulder Day 2

Boulder, CO: Day 2

I woke up early, vaguely aware that I was on a couch in someone else's home. I tried to go back to sleep, but after a few moments of tossing and turning, I knew it would be an impossible task. I hopped back onto my computer and continued my ravid esearch. Have i mentioned I'm an addictive workaholic who goes full force into an idea once I put my mind to it? Before long, Brian and Jason began stirring and soon there was the animation of morning preparations for the day ahead. I couldn't help but feel somewhat out of place from my perch on their couch. I felt as if I were a strange apparition that randomly materialized in the midst of their green room. It wasn't that they weren't friendly enough, I just felt out of my element and was ready to find a place I could call home and a bed I knew would be waiting for me each night.

I took a quick shower, said my thank yous to my hosts, and headed off toward my first apartment appointment of the day: the dreamy quaint cabin at the top of the mountain. I navigated my car up the same path I had been the day before, quickly becoming familiar with the layout of the town. I headed up the mountain and passed some incredible sights, including a mansion nestled in the fir groves and a giant reservoir sparkling in the morning sun, but although I was enamored, I also mentally took note that the 30 min drive up and down the swerving mountainous path would most likely get tiresome after awhile, especially in the middle of winter.

I ended up getting lost yet again and without phone service; another worry I had to keep in mind of my potential new habitat. It took a little navigating on my part and odd standing positions to regain a little cell service to contact the owner I was supposed to meet with. 45 minutes later, I pulled into an amazing lot. Carl and his wife owned and lived in a magnificent house right on the cliff of the mountain. Their views: the expansive mountains surrounding them and the beautiful reservoir below. I knew before I saw the place I would be in love. We walked around the property and he showed me more of the breathtaking scenery. We then walked toward the garage where the small cabin was attached. It was a very homey place, extremely small with a single burner, stand up shower, and sleeping loft that was only reached by climbing up a ladder on the side of the wall. Even though it was tiny, I could really imagine myself in the space, hunched over my computer as an aspiring writer and photographer, basking in the nature muse that is mother nature. But my common sense also kept murmuring that the extreme seclusion from others was probably not the best idea. Carl and his wife also wanted a long-term lease which I already knew I couldn't commit too. After my tour, I took a little more time reveling in the sight, and then headed off toward Lafayette where another prospective owner was waiting for me to arrive.