Fantasizing

So I was looking through some old before/after pics we took of various rooms in the house as we downsized and cleaned up, preparing to rent it out.

I came across these of the laundry room:

Before:

After:

Is it sad that I'm fantasizing about how big our old washer and dryer used to be?  I caught myself gazing adoringly at this picture; the ugliest room in our old house is now so endearing to me.  **sigh**

Meanwhile we're in the process of further crowding our apartment; we're bringing up the treadmill from storage soon.  It will join the stationary bike (somewhere - I have no idea yet) so that we can burn all kinds of calories in the safety and comfort of our own home.  I'm soooooo much more likely to hop on the bike and read or watch TV if I don't even have to walk the 200 feet to our apartment gym to do it.  I see the calories practically burning themselves and me looking like a supermodel in time for our summer Asia trip.

This is just sub par...