This blog has been a long time coming. I came to the windy city in April from suburb-dominated Nashville, TN to pursue a new job opportunity. My mom was kind enough to endure the apartment searching agony and we were both unplesantly surprised at how far a dollar doesn’t go when it comes to city living. Unfamiliar with pretty much everything about Chicago, I set my mind on the Lincoln Park neighborhood and naively became enamored with a charming apartment in an antique building. After signing all the papers, dotting the i’s and crossing the t’s, everything was in place for new beginnings.
Two weeks later, the fourteen-foot moving truck packed with several rooms worth of furniture and possessions, was headed North to be unpacked in my six hundred square feet of charming Chicago space. There really are no positive words to be said about the move-in process; it can best be summed up by me saying that on the way out, I will be hiring a moving company.
A new adventure began in this strange city where I knew no one, having left my family and fiancee in Tennessee, my comfort now came in my daily return to my new six hundred square feet of home.
And now (finally) I have created this blog to chronicle my experiences just in time for the holidays and the dreaded Chicago winters that everyone keeps warning me about. So stay tuned to hear more about life and love in the windy city.
