As a very young lawyer, I attended my first deposition in San Francisco. Before we got started, I stared out the conference room's window, which had a panoramic view of the Golden Gate Bridge. My mouth was agape. The court reporter, a grizzled old beast she was, looked over and, with palpable irritation, asked, "what are you staring at". "THAT," was all I could manage, while pointing at the bridge. "Meh..." was her reply. I had the same experience upon seeing Niagra Falls, which blew me away, only to learn that the woman in the gift shop was singularly unimpressed by its natural majesty.
Bottom line, you can get "used to" any great view. I'm guessing that the guys who mow the grass at Cypress don't operate their equipment in a state of excitement after a couple weeks. Plus, I live in Chicago. What am I supposed to say? North Avenue Beach? Meh.