Wasps Menace State Department Headquarters
-- I always thought they were more of a threat to housing prices in the few affordable neighborhoods still remaining in the district. I don't know what the big deal is though. Quite frankly, Foggy Bottom could use a few more Paneras and Starbucks.
Friday, July 13, 2007
Chicagoland
We got a taste of Chicago last week as we went apartment hunting. Fortunately we did not go to the festival, or we would be counting ourselves among the many who got sick from food at one booth.
Turns out Chicago is bigger than Charlotte or Baltimore, maybe even both of them combined, so we weren't prepared for the long train ride from the airport to our hotel in Evanston (a northern suburb), and had to frantically call to cancel or postpone appointments we had naively made for that day. After wandering around the city for hours, we had managed to look at only one apartment we had come to see. The good news is that we got our money's worth out of our 7-day transit passes by the end of the second day.
Things were looking bleak when one landlord just sort of, you know, forgot to tell us he had already rented out the apartment we had made an appointment to see. Bummed out and a little pissed, we wandered around the same neighborhood for a while and just happened to find a smaller place much closer to the L and to the little neighborhood downtown. We called the number on the For Rent sign, made an appointment for 2 hours later, ate dinner and got us an apartment.
Well, technically we have applied for the apartment. The landlord had to leave town on business the next day and told us that he'd send the lease in about a week -- but he did take down the sign on the door, so that means we're in, right?
With the whole purpose of our trip accomplished and 4 full days left before our flight home, we spent the rest of the time exploring the city in heat, rain and wind (Not always at the same time) and got to know our soon-to-be new home.
Turns out Chicago is bigger than Charlotte or Baltimore, maybe even both of them combined, so we weren't prepared for the long train ride from the airport to our hotel in Evanston (a northern suburb), and had to frantically call to cancel or postpone appointments we had naively made for that day. After wandering around the city for hours, we had managed to look at only one apartment we had come to see. The good news is that we got our money's worth out of our 7-day transit passes by the end of the second day.
Things were looking bleak when one landlord just sort of, you know, forgot to tell us he had already rented out the apartment we had made an appointment to see. Bummed out and a little pissed, we wandered around the same neighborhood for a while and just happened to find a smaller place much closer to the L and to the little neighborhood downtown. We called the number on the For Rent sign, made an appointment for 2 hours later, ate dinner and got us an apartment.
Well, technically we have applied for the apartment. The landlord had to leave town on business the next day and told us that he'd send the lease in about a week -- but he did take down the sign on the door, so that means we're in, right?
With the whole purpose of our trip accomplished and 4 full days left before our flight home, we spent the rest of the time exploring the city in heat, rain and wind (Not always at the same time) and got to know our soon-to-be new home.
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