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.
You’ve been there…
…the Italian-American restaurant with fountains, fake distressed stucco on the walls and ceramic tile roof portions inside.
It’s an imitation, just like Las Vegas imitates reality with their New York and Egyptian themed hotels.
It’s not a bad thing to bring those places to people who may never get to visit the real thing.
But let’s be genuine.
My office building has been undergoing a renovation, mostly because flood damage meant they had to replace the carpets and baseboards anyway.
During the few days between when the old carpet was ripped up and the new carpet was laid, the bare floor was exposed. Then I saw a beautiful patchy, distressed, stucco-like pattern.
Why not leave it that way and skip the carpet?