The only problem with living in a neighborhood surrounded by great restaurants and stores is not having an income to patronize them with.
We have set down our roots once more, this time in the City of Big Shoulders. The drive up wasn't so bad, although by the end of the first day of our caravan everyone was making mistakes, so we stopped at a Super 8 somewhere in Indiana that allows dogs. The pet policy and the free body wash were the only highlights, but at least nobody broke into the moving van overnight.
Traffic was moving right along until we hit the Chicago Skyway and all other freeways as we wound our way into the city. Even the underfunded CTA trains delayed by massive renovation and construction projects were moving faster.
Once the three guys we hired to carry everything upstairs were done, we unpacked for three days. Some people told us we'd be ready to get rid of it all after a year without our stuff, but as we opened each box and unwrapped the contents, it was like Christmas. Sure there are a few things we need to take to Goodwill (or whatever they have here), but on the whole we're happy to have our own stuff again.
Our apartment is within walking distance of several stores, bars and restaurants, a pharmacy, vet, groceries and the El. Only, we have to be careful just how much we enjoy it all at the moment, with me unemployed and K's student loans unavailable for a couple more weeks.
And so here I am, blogging for you people when I should be looking for a job, right? Well, yes.
What the hell.
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