We did it. We finally moved from one of the hippest neighborhoods in the country to an old house on a leafy street in a quiet community. I've been sitting on these thoughts for a while. They might be helpful to anyone else struggling with the decision to trade in your cool cache for the comfortable life. It's a hard choice to make.
In the city, there is MORE. More events, more restuarants, more crime, more invention, more dirt, more creativity, more poverty, more wonders, more, more, more. You want crispy Korean chicken delivered at 2am? You got it! Want to buy a rare book, get your brows threaded, and try a drink with liqueurs you've never heard of all within one block? Wish granted. And then there's the gorgeous view from our rooftop deck, a major selling point when we bought our condo on the fringe of Wicker Park.
^ Miss that.
But I do not miss:
Lugging my daughter and all her accoutrement up three flights of stairs.
Choosing between wasting money on parking and taxis OR wasting time using the CTA.
Choosing between buying a crappy house in a decent public school district OR paying for private school.
The guy on my corner who pretended he was homeless, but was actually a crack dealer (true story).
Playing the "was that fireworks or gunshots?" game.
Dog poop. So much dog poop.
Traffic. So. Much. Traffic.
In the suburbs, there is EASE. It's easy to run errands, easy to find a good school for your kids, easy to meet neighbors, easy to take a nap in your backyard, easy to breathe. We chose a town with a walkable core, a not-too-shabby-for-the-burbs collection of shops and restaurants, historic homes on tree-lined streets, and quick access to the city via Metra. Plus there's the peace, the quiet, the general tranquility. I need that in my life right now. And it's just so beautiful up here.
All told, we are now happier. I'm a little sad when I have to turn down a cool-sounding media invite because I can't juggle getting to/from the city with babysitter availability, or when my girlfriends and I find that the only place open for a 10pm cocktail is the P.F. Changs by the mall (another true story). But taking in the scenery while driving down Sheridan Road makes me smile, as does watching my daughter and dogs frolic in our backyard.
I mean, look at that happy pup! She found that stick in our backyard and apparently has big plans for it.
Speaking of plans, our house was move-in ready, but I'm currently putting our own touches on it. Lots of before/after posts to come. I'm back. Thanks for reading!