Perhaps I should not have complained about my DH buying a house up on the top of a mountain. Not after visiting a colleague of his who lives on one of the steepest slopes I have ever seen. The house is gorgeous; open, bright and flooded with afternoon sun. From the living room you can see the Golden Gate Bridge, the entire bay, Yerba Buena Island and the CIty of San Francisco. No, I don’t want the house. Not when I can’t walk to public transportation.
We had the discussion about views. I don’t know what it is about the guys, but both dudes were seriously impressed about the view. Not just the view, but the need for the view, the importance of the view and the ability to observe the entire bay out one’s window.
Me? I keep thinking about what a pain it would be if I dropped anything between car and door as it would start rolling down hill and end up half a mile down on a major road. Go figure, but a can of soup would be bad enough, I wouldn’t want it to happen to a ball of yarn.