Moving On Up

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Moving on up…literally.  Up to the 41st floor to be more exact.  This is what I wake up to every morning.  Yeah, I’m still not even close to over it–I had about 40 pictures to choose from for this post of the exact same view because I take a picture pretty much every morning, noon and night.  Thank God all those other apartments didn’t work out because apparently 18th time’s a charm.

Luna Bell is thrilled with the move.  She doesn’t know what to do with all the room she has to run and her new favorite past time is watching the lights from cars going by at night.  Her head just whips back and forth.  It’s hilarious.

Ryan feels pretty much the same way.  He has lots of room to run and he likes looking out the window too.

As for me, I’m just livin’ the dream.  When I was young, my family came to Chicago a lot.  I wasn’t allowed to cross the street by myself in my hometown,  but for some reason, when we were in Chicago, my Dad would leave me a $10 on the dresser at the hotel in the morning to get myself a newspaper and Corner Bakery for breakfast and then I would wander around Michigan Avenue and the Gold Coast window shopping for hours.   I remember thinking, “Someday, this is what I’m going to do every day.”  I know that’s super cheesy but if I ever stop squealing on the inside (and let’s be serious, sometimes on the outside) when I cross the river in the morning or see the Navy Pier fireworks happening right outside my window or when my daily run consists of being on the most beautiful lake-shore in the world, well, then it’s time for me to move.  Or stop being such a curmudgeon.

Living with my favorite person and cat in the world in my favorite city in the world…jackpot, baby.  Overwhelmingly grateful for these blessings.

High Five of the Day: I just noticed the reflection in this above picture so the High Five of the Day has got to go to my tank top.  The Scoop Neck Tank is my fav.

Fingers Crossed

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There is a good chance that Luna Bell, Ryan and I will not be homeless come July 1.  I saw my 18th and 19th apartments yesterday and loved, loved, loved both of them.  After several pros and cons lists, we made a decision.  I’m waiting until papers are signed and it’s official but I thought you would be happy to know that I most likely won’t be begging to live on your couch in 2 weeks.

And b y couch, I mean couches.  And by couches, I mean all 5 of yours, Corey Lambert.

The Search

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I’ve been a bad blogger.

I haven’t posted in almost 2 weeks but there’s a reason–I have been on the most ridiculous, annoying, frustrating apartment search of all time.

I didn’t want to write about it because I love this city and usually don’t stand for anyone to talk smack about it but they say “write what you know” and lately, what I know is the world of endless apartment searching.

While I haven’t been blogging, I most certainly have been on the internets.  For hours.  Every day.  Scouring every apartment rental website in Cook County.  We are on our 4th agency because every time someone shows us a shit hole or tell me they can’t find me what we want, we get mad and go find someone else to show us apartments.  All we want is a 1-2 bedroom apartment in Streeterville or Lincoln Park (1 block either way off a very specific street) that is new/remodeled, gives my man friend good access to the Metra and me good access to a wine bar.  And is Luna Bell friendly.  And Rufus-friendly, the dog we do not yet have but want really badly.  And is under our budget.  And has a rooftop deck.

That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

The above picture is taken from the window of our dream apartment.  You know, the huge, affordable, gorgeous, chic apartment that was snatched out from under us by some stealthy renter with a credit card over the phone just as I was starting to fill out the paperwork.

Another one of my favorites was one that I later found out was host to a shooting in the courtyard this winter.  They blamed it on “outside influences” but I don’t want to live somewhere with people who have outside influences that shoot people.

I thought that the big decision was to live together.  I thought that after that glorious moment as we were walking home from Panes was over, our biggest decision was going to be revolving around the choice between Crate and Barrel and Pottery Barn.

I have about a thousand and two phone calls to make this morning, after which we should know if we are going to be homeless come July 1 or not.  I’ll k eep you posted–when this apartment search is over, I’ll be shouting it from the rooftops…which my new building better have in the form of a rooftop deck.