The home I moved into doesn’t have traditional window coverings at the moment. We’re rocking shower curtains for the time being. I’m sure our neighbors are wondering what knuckleheads have moved in next door, but casing each window takes time, especially since we’re doing it ourselves.

Living in a fish bowl does have its advantages. My husband has no need to set the alarm each morning. Sunrises happen at 5:30am around here, and the sunlight just loves cresting over the mountain peaks and beaming right into our bedroom windows.                 Okay, so he does not love that, but he should. It’s nice to know your chances of sleeping in and being late for that new job you took is impossible.

All teasing aside, it really isn’t that terrible. The unimpeded views of the sunsets and rises from my bare windows are breathtaking, and the ability to look out at any given moment helps me feel less trapped in a box as I reorganize the chaos around me. If only they were one way windows and no one could look in, leaving them bare might have been a possibility, but I’m not big on uninvited spectators.