Our house in the The Boulevard

Our terrace at the back of the house

View from the terrace

Unpacking in the main room

Our townhome, as our landlord calls it, in Greenbriar Boulevard, is increasingly referred to by us as ‘The Boulevard’.  Built in 1976 it is on the very southern edge of the city with views over open land to the south and the start of the Rockies to the west – the Front Range, which is a name I love, beckoning us on to other, higher, more mysterious ranges beyond.  It’s part of a complex with houses around us which look very similar.  

 It has everything we could wish for from a practical point of view (and lots more that are a welcome bonus: a nifty barbecue, a printer, a kettle (yes this is big deal here apparently).  But it is very strange to be living in SOMEONE ELSE’S HOME, complete with textured sludgy grey walls (those of you who know Mat’s interior décor instincts will know how much he’s loving that) and a wan, rather sinister painting of mother and child on the sitting room wall.  Dan and Morwenna are very happy as king and queen of the basement complex, with their own bathroom, tons of room and a swivel chair which is a great toy – also by far the coolest place in the house.

Dan arranging his treasures

We will be doing no gardening this year.  Mowing, snow shovelling, and watering are all done by the home association.  It’s all super-organised, and after less than a week here, super-organised is what I’m beginning to expect – not just for the Boulevard but generally.

Morwenna settling in

 Things didn’t get off to a good start with neighbours due to Dan and Morwenna’s inability to keep the shrieking down on their bikes very early on our second morning (which of course felt to us like lunch time).  We are trying to make amends but people don’t seem to be home very much – although they usually leave their houses wide open.

2nd morning brekky at 5.30am!