Hello ChicagoNow readers. Welcome to the party.
This blog was born almost five years ago as a result of some very negative experiences with my real estate developer.
For those of you who have been on this bumpy ride since my first posts on blogspot, say hello to the new kids. Be patient, I have to bring them up to speed.
Moving to Woodlawn in 2001 was a very exciting moment.
At the time, I had only ever lived on the north side. The furthest south I went on a consistent basis was the Loop.
I didn't know anyone who lived south and my friends were convinced that I would be killed.
On the other hand, I moved into an amazing two bedroom condo with a formal dining room and front balcony that just screamed character.
I'm a sucker for vintage buildings.
As this was my second condo, I thought I knew what I was doing.
The stories that you will read clearly emphasize that I didn't.
You know that voice in the back of your head that you always ignore? Stop doing that.
My mother always said "Your first mind is your right mind."
When I was first viewing my current home and asked my developer why our gates didn't have a buzzer entry system and he replied, "Locks are for honest people."
When less than a week after closing on a chilly November evening I came home and our water had been shut off because the bill hadn't been paid.
In my developer's defense, he did leave gallon jugs of water outside our door each day until the water service was reinstated.
Good times, no? And that's just the tip of the iceberg.
I also discuss Woodlawn issues, my neighbors---both individual and institutional, the urban/suburban experience with a big dollop of my personal stories thrown in for fun.
And when I say personal, I mean unemployment.
It's a tad difficult to keep up on your monthly assessments when you've been laid off twice in the last three years.
But I don't want to get ahead of myself; we're just getting to know each other.
I don't want to rush into anything with you too soon.
We've got plenty of time to chat.