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The Art of Moving On

Thursday, March 20th, 2003 in Illinois
The Art of Moving On
Lifeguard station at Greenwood Street Beach in Evanston.

Today, I put my one-bedroom condo in south Evanston up for sale. This is the first home I’ve owned, which means it’s the first home I aim to sell. The prospect of moving unnerves me but I’ve been considering moving away from Evanston for a while now. Although I love many things about this town, the list of daily annoyances with the place has grown tiresome and long. Deep down, I know that things no longer work for me here. The time has come for me to find a new place to call home.

At the moment, I’ve set my sights on a small house in the suburbs, close to where I grew up. If all works out, I’ll be near family, old friends, and familiar streets. The neighborhood is quiet and calm, with plenty of trees and ample parking. I’ll have a slightly larger home and it won’t be attached to anyone else. After being displaced from my condo for months because of a fire and (soon after) a flood—both events caused by the negligence of my upstairs neighbor—owning a detached dwelling is of utmost importance. I’ll also have a nice little yard—an outdoor refuge all my own. All of this offers me much-needed change, I think.

Many steps lie ahead of me before I land myself in a new abode, but I am taking things slowly and making the best decisions possible. Time will tell if I’m doing the right thing. For now, I look forward to moving on. And until I go, I’ll use this transitional period to enjoy the many upsides of Evanston, while I’m still a local.

Greenwood Street Beach, Evanston, IL
Rickety fence at Greenwood Street Beach in Evanston.
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Assortment

Boulder Fall Fest
Boulder Fall Fest
Today I went to the Boulder Fall Fest, an annual street festival that features a mix of local foods, microbrews, music, and art. The was an assortment of sculptors, jewelry makers, fiber artists, photographers, and painters.
Pleasant Valley Conservation Area
Pleasant Valley Conservation Area
Staying Cool
Staying Cool
The Windy City sure lived up to its name today. All day long the wind howled and puffed hefty gusts of cold air from the northwest. Cottonball clouds sped across a cobalt sky—they collided and blended together and by late afternoon the sky was leaden.