This weekend we were able to go to a White Sox game and see first hand the fireworks that we hear from our apartment every time the Sox hit a home run. After seeing both sides of Chicago baseball, the south-siders stadium is bigger and the team is better, but when you're in Wrigley Field you feel like you've gone back 50 years. But we walked to US Cellular, and you can't complain about that.
It was 100 days ago that we moved from 74 E. 8th Street, apartment C1 in Holland, to 2801 S. Dr. Martin Luther King Drive, apartment 1713 in the north part of the Bronzeville neighborhood of Chicago. We are beginning to feel at home. There have been moments where the house apartment is clean and we sat back and felt completely moved in. This even happened in our first month here, and it feels good to have had such a smooth transition. We are beginning to make some friends at church and at work.
We've been here long enough to have made it through mini up's and down's: there is now a scuff on the wall and the toilette seat wiggles. We have had to clean the bath tub. We've rearranged furniture from where we put it on move-in day. We might paint the walls. A plant died. Boaz has been to the vet. Trena is used to the CTA and I'm sick of it. Our printer is finally set up.
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