I have been in Chicago for two full months now. It's high time I wrote something about it. Nothing too insightful today. Just a bit of love for Ukrainian Village, my wonderful neighbors, and the cat. Her name is Lucy. The cat and the neighbor. But only one of them circles my feet and rolls over so I can scratch her belly. Human-Lucy lives two doors down and cat-Lucy lives next to us with Mary/Maria. We have never been formally introduced and I think I hear her called something different every time. So I just say "Hello" and smile. There's also a Mary on the other side of us. Orientation was so confusing.
Our apartment is just about entirely put together and we have more space than we anticipated. I still feel like we're burrowing into a little mouse-nest but it is somehow cozier than it is cramped. And that's not just necessitated optimism talking. We have a working furnace now and the apartment seems to absorb all the things we need to find a place for. I just don't know if I'll ever find them again.
We rode our bike down to the lake shore a couple weeks ago and cruised around in the shadow of the Hancock building. I can see the Sears Tower while I'm getting groceries. Granted, it's four miles away...but, it's four miles away! I'm not sure if we'll ever get used to that. And I think that's ok. I'm counting on the excitement and charm of the new city to get me through the first winter.
Here are a few pictures of our neighborhood:
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