Our New Home

The past several weeks have been busy to say the least.  At the end of August, Tara and I enlisted the help of a small group of ruffians and moved our tremendous amount of stuff from our small, two bedroom apartment, across town to a three bedroom house.  Since then, we’ve been trying to unpack without missing out on too much of the beautiful hiking weather.  Needless to say, we’ve got a ways to go.

The house is a rental—no mortgage yet, but we really like it.  It is a little old, but nice.  I would say I’m most excited about the work area in the basement for all my nerdery and snowboard waxing, the yard—small, but quaint, and last, but not least, the garage.  The rumble of the garage door opener is like the symphony of middle class living.  Each day when I get home from work, pull into the driveway, and hold out my ‘70s era garage door remote, pushing it once, twice, sometimes more, but only rarely having to stick it out the window, to get the garage door to open, I can’t help but wonder what Billy Joe Armstrong’s deal is.  I will be an American Idiot if it means I get a yard and a garage door opener.

Tara is excited about the vegetable garden and rose bushes.  The kitchen and laundry room are also perfect for her.  Just kidding!

So now that my computer is finally pseudo set up in our new office, hopefully I’ll be churning out a few posts I’ve been kicking around for some time now.  Plenty of outdoor stuff—Flaming Gorge, Mt. Timpanogos climb.  Probably a few pictures here and there—landscapes, maybe some of the house.  It’ll be good–I promise.