I love Bucktown and I love this apartment. Thankfully, a little bit of a different experience than my first Chicago apartment.
After 10 moves in around the same number of years, it’s the first place I’ve felt has been home in a long time. The neighborhood is just the right balance between the champagne brunches of Lincoln Park and making your own granola in Logan Square. The people are welcoming, the dogs are aplenty, and the architecture is old-Chicago charming.
But over the past year, I’ve noticed the life I’m living doesn’t match up with where I’m living it. I’m living a mostly suburban lifestyle in a city and it’s proven to be difficult. I don’t take advantage of city living anymore and honestly, I’m not really drawn to. Make no mistake, this city is incredible but I’m ready for a little more quiet and a little more space, a little farther north.
I’d be lying if I didn’t mention that the increase in crime, specifically in my neighborhood, has me ready for a change. Slowly but surely, I started walking Wendell earlier and earlier at night. I’ve stopped going to my 6am Body Pump class at the gym because I don’t like walking there at 530. After my DC-to-Naples-and-back-to-Chicago-roadtrip over the holidays,I realized i felt a bit held hostage and I knew it was time to make a new plan.
We’re enjoying our last month in Bucktown. This morning, we took a long walk around the neighborhood and met new neighborhood dogs, stopped at our favorite neighborhood coffee shop, took in the architecture, all while soaking in the sun (that’s finally out after a dreary 4 months) and church bells. I love this neighborhood but I’m ready for the next adventure.
On May 11, I’ll be posting the story of our new home and how it came to pass. It happened quickly but I’ve never been more certain of anything in my life. I can’t wait to share every serendipitous detail with you.
For now, I’ll leave you with a tour of the Bucktown apartment that gave life to the gallery wall of my dreams.
Dining chairs (barstool version)