My mom used to tell me ''What, are you expecting it to jump out and kiss you?'' when she felt that I wasn't making enough of an effort to find something. For weeks and weeks I searched for a new place to live, by the end, wishing that one would just jump out and kiss me. It was a plan that had been in the works for quite some time, and the moment had come to make it happen. I wasn't asking for soo, so much in a new home:
*A place with room for my beloved dishwasher, so I won't have to wash my water bottles (that I fill with eload on every ride, of course) by hand.
*A place with a living room spacious enough so I won't feel boxed in while I put the pistons through just a little bit more than what they think they can do, everyday on the trainer.
*A place where I can install a washer and dryer...because there is no way on the face of this earth that I'm going to cart my Hincapie kits to a laundromat everyday!
*A place surrounded by a plethora of gorgeous places to ride my bicycle.
*A place safe and comfortable for my bikes and me.
I think I found it, and now it's time to start packing boxes! The Home Base of "Team Lex" is officially changing.