Across the street from my office is a relatively expensive apartment building.
We’re not talking NYC levels — but the rent is similar for one of those Greenwood Village 2‐bedroom apartments to that of a suburban Denver 3‐bedroom house.
Yes, there’s location — I could walk to work if I lived there.
But I am not questioning the residents’ decisions to live there — I can understand some of the charms.
Rather I’m questioning the residents who choose to put patio furniture on their small balconies. You see, there’s a steady flow of traffic during all waking hours. Noise and diesel fumes are part of the experience a resident would enjoy by sitting on their balcony for a glass of wine at sunset.
What’s different about watching and listening to waves crashing on the beach? Those sounds also ebb‐and‐flow. Water flows past your feet, just as compact utility vehicles do along East Belleview Avenue.