Normal

It's funny how certain things start to feel 'normal' when you've lived in a place for a period of time. In Colorado, normal was getting in your car if you wanted to go anywhere, our quiet backyard, being 2 blocks from my parent's house, the sound of kids screaming, the smell of the burger place down the street, friendly people walking their dogs everywhere.

Living in a big city for a few months now, there's a lot that is starting to feel normal. And it's all very different from the 'normal' in Colorado.

The sounds of taxi whistles, sirens, bus brakes, traffic and honking horns. The occasional smell of urine, followed by fresh laundry, or pizza. Burning thigh and butt muscles. Homeless friends sleeping on the sidewalk. The way our original hardwood floors creak. Keeping the windows open all the time. Yelling and chatter from a nearby bar. Using an elevator everyday. Food trucks and sidewalk cafes. The way things get just quiet enough at night to hear the music from the apartment behind us or our neighbor below brushing their teeth. The way the sun pours into our apartment.

Cheers to Wednesday and feeling 'normal'!