Life is Busting out ALL Over!


Posted on: August 13, 2007

I’m here. In Hickville.

Moving was a little stressful but went well, the moving company was great and I’d definitely recommend them to anyone. Even if it’s going to force me to eat Ramen for the next 6 months. Saying good bye to R was sad but he was great, calming my fears and giving me hugs. He even snuggled in bed, which he is a fan of, neither am I come to think of it, but it was nice. He’s even made comments on coming to see me even though we’ve only decided the first weekend I would come up to Chicago to see him.

2 and 1/3 days in and I’m feeling like this was the best decision I’ve ever made. The townhouse is great and with all carpeting, it feels real cozy and home-like. Hardwood floors in every Chicago apartment had never made me feel this way.

I’m unpacking and making progress although I’ve hit a wall but I need to push through it. My clothes do belong in a closet, they deserve that much.

Something I’ve noticed about this here hicktown is that the people are real nice. Almost disalarmingly so. Maybe I lived in Chicago too long and got used to being street smart but the most meaningful conversations I’ve had were with the utility and cable folks sent out to my house.

The Water guy was great. First off, there is a remote on my garage (that I thought was to a garage door opener) that they scan to read the meter. The company told me they’d be sending someone out to check my meter. I thought that this would lead to me opening my utility closet/future storage closet and having the guy invade my privacy for a little while. Instead the guy rang my DOORBELL (still excited about it!) and told me he read my meter. I asked him to show me where it was, trying to be very adult and responsible-like. Then we got into a 15 minute conversation about the insane property taxes in this county that is literally bankrupting this town. They’ve tripled in the last two years and for a town with no manufacturing base, and folks that are trying to make an income that is just barely livable, everyone is flipping out. (There are signs everywhere protesting) This led to a discussion about how the country has forgotten Middle America, honest people trying to make a living and not being able to. The words coming out of my mouth sounded like lyrics to a John Mellencamp song. Apparently I adapt quickly.

Yesterday the cable guy came, without my DVR box (weep!) and installed my cable and my internet (legally, I was pirating someone’s wireless). He was here for an hour so I made most of my time by talking to him. Discovered his profession makes $70,000 a year installing cable. He knows how much I pay in rent here. We got comfortable really quickly and were sharing these things that I don’t think I’d tell my friends (salaries are taboo!). Warm, midwest folks here.

I’m off to unpack my closet and hit the bank and Meijer. Oh, and maybe pick up some food seeing as there are about 15,000 fast food joints to every grocery store here and lord knows my junk in my trunk is full to the brim.

Tonight I’m going to meet some ladies in my cohort for the first time. We are all gathering to watch The Hills. Even peeps bettering themselves through education need some guilty pleasures. Team LC!!!


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