A whole 2 blocks down the street.
We are in love with our new place and are feeling so grateful.
As much as I have been chafing against this, the moving process has defined our June.
Instead of hanging things on the walls I've been climbing the walls, just itching to get back out into the city.
There's so much pressure in Chicago to sap every second out of summer in the outdoors since the rest of the year we spend so much time slugging out the harsh winters.
Somewhere along the way I can see I've absorbed this Chicagoan mindset, presumably through the osmosis of melted snow and ice.
This weekend we left the new apartment to its own heaps of boxes and had a summery blast, attending a wedding of and with some of our dearest friends, taking the Vespa out, hitting the Green City Farmer's Market, sipping Saturday morning iced soy lattes from Starbucks, riding bikes on Lakeshore Path and laying out under the night lights at the Planetarium.
I can feel the creative juices starting to flow again, and it is good.
I hope you'll forgive me for my long absence, and I hope to write a post almost as often as I unpack a box.
That could potentially be a lot of posts.
In the photos above, you can see the bare bones of our new living room (the windows!) and the Chinese place down the street that was the first restaurant I ate at the day I moved to Chicago for college almost 10 years ago.
I've made it a point to eat there on move-in day of all the new places I've lived in the city, so if you were walking down Wells last weekend, you would've seen husband and I in the window.
What has defined June for you so far?