Since I was young it has always been a dream of mine to live in Chicago’s Wrigleyville neighborhood when the Cubs won the pennant. Anybody who follows baseball closely (even you Cardinals fans reading this) knows the Cubs are a year away from contention. With the number one farm system in baseball and top prospects trickling into Chicago weekly, there’s a buzz on the north side that hasn’t been felt since 2008. (I could go on for days about the Cubs and their farm system but this isn’t a blog about baseball).
It’s been a while since I last blogged and some don’t know but this has been a very trying summer for me. With the way everything happened this summer it was almost like I was stuck in a comedic movie about myself that was funny to everybody else but me. I spent months looking for the right place to live and I knew where I wanted to be but since my entire salary right now is based on tips, there’s no way to prove how much I actually make so it made it tough to find something that would suit me.
On apartment viewings people would ask where I wanted to live and I’d tell them Wrigleyville and they’d say only under 25 year old college grad, out-of-state, Cubs fans want to live in Wrigleyville … check, check, check. I met with one company who asked what I’d like in an apartment and I said “well I’m not picky … but I’d really like exposed brick and a fireplace in Wrigleyville.” After a few failed viewings I was about two hours away from re-signing at my old apartment when I found the perfect place on Craigslist and set up a visit. Two weeks later I was moving in.
My new home
When I said I wanted to live in Wrigleyville I never imagined in my wildest dreams that I’d ever live as close to Wrigley Field as I do now. My new address is 3765 North Kenmore Avenue (Unit 2W … care packages are always welcome) which is less than a block away from the stadium. I don’t think my parents believed just how close I was until we moved in and the Cubs were in the middle of a game against the Brewers – it was like we were in the stadium. From outside we could hear the fans singing the seventh inning stretch and the boos every time Ryan Braun walk to the plate. I told my family it felt like I was moving back into Purdue as the average age at this location dropped a ton and people looked genuinely happy to be living in this area (unlike my last area where people walked around like zombies). I’ve met more people in three days than I did in the 14 months at my old home (the guys below us just graduated from UW-Madison) and the drunk people on the front lawn of our flat don’t ask me to ‘spare some change’ every time I walk by, they’re the two girls who live above us and are soaking up every last ounce of summer before they have to return to DePaul. The new place has exposed brick (and a fireplace) and it’s amazing how much cooler pictures and paintings look on a cool backdrop. Below I posted a slideshow of pictures from the new place. They say a picture says 1000 words but no amount of pictures can capture how neat it is to walk out my door and see middle-aged men with mits on trying to catch batting practice balls as they fly out of Wrigley Field, or a dad playing catch with his son just before they enter the stadium. What I’m saying is my door is always open (and we have a futon and sectional that will sleep two comfortably – three uncomfortably) and unlike my last apartment I’m not embarrassed any more to have people up to see me.