My room with a view

Back in July, when Alex first walked into the apartment we are now calling "home", the first thing he noticed, the thing that made him say, "I'LL TAKE IT!" before seeing anything else, was the view. The front door opens into an open space bordered by a wall of floor-to-ceiling windows looking south at the Seattle skyline. Here's what a looksie:

That wall of windows, which continues into the bedroom, is my favorite thing about this apartment. And there is a lot to love here! The kitchen with the stove on the center island, the giant showers with good water pressure, the open feel of the place, the king-sized bed (we're renting the place furnished), the decor (which is reminiscent of a suite at, say, the Wynn Casino)...it is by far the nicest place we've ever lived together.

And, sadly, our time here is coming to an end. It's time for us, once again, to make the move to a new place to call home. And so, it's time that I shared some pictures with you! Here's a brief tour:

The living room and the entry to the bedroom, which is where my grandmother's dressing table sits in a perfect nook by the windows.

What does a sober lady do with a full-sized bar? Why, she adorns it with pictures of all her friends and family who live in other spots in the country!

Alex's favorite building, as seen from our roof-deck (that's his mom next to him).

The roof-deck comes equipped with hot ladies!

Our "fireplace" (there's no actual fire; it's more of a mild heat-box with some flame-like lights it displays). The mantel has been home to our She-ra memorial (though it is now home to a TV, in preparation for our Super Bowl gathering this weekend).

Our dining room, where people can't help but smile!

Inside Alex's office, where the people can't help but cheer!

Mt. Rainier, or "The Big Guy", as seen this morning from my living room (he only comes out on clear days, and today is all blue sky and sunshine).

Yes, this has been a lovely home for us. I am sad to say goodbye to it. We're on the hunt for another room with a view, because frankly, once you've lived with a view, there's no going back. (I'm told the same applies for living by the water, a theory I would love to test out.) The one thing that is making this move a little less heartbreaking is the reality that the view is in the process of being destroyed. Construction has been happening for 2 months on what will be a 17-story apartment building directly across the street. My view is currently marred by a giant yellow crane:

I am SO glad it wasn't my job to put that thing together, nor to be the guy who has to climb up there every morning and spend all day 17 stories above ground with nothing but a lunch sack and a glass jar. Ugh.

So, we'll go find another view. A better view! A view that will stay put for as long as we shall call our next place "home". We're thinking 2 years. Then, we're hoping to find a home that has a bit more permanence to it. Frankly, we're tired of moving.
One last look at our view, panorama-style, before the Giant Yellow Crane moved in: