In the movie Pumping Iron, Franco Columbu describes the phrase “go to California” as an equivalent to “go to Hell”, because where he came from California was a place you never make it to. For the last couple of years, Chicago has been our California. It has been a place that seemed like we would never make it to — there were too many obstacles — selling the house, landing a job, downsizing from a 4 bedroom house to a much smaller apartment, finding an apartment. There were a lot of reasons to stay in Omaha, but there was something inside us that said we needed to make the move. And we finally did it – we made it!
We’ve been here about two and a half weeks at this point, and right now we’re very happy. Every day and every errand is a new adventure.
We’re learning how to buy groceries – we no longer drive our car and pack the trunk full of a weeks worth of groceries. Instead, we walk to the store and buy a few items at a time. Even if we could carry more groceries back, our small apartment kitchen doesn’t have the storage for them.
We’re learning how to take public transportation and walk – anywhere we can. To me it’s fun, and a big reason I wanted to move to the city. I enjoy taking the trains and buses – although I’ve learned that certain times are less enjoyable (morning rush hour to downtown). And it’s pretty cool how many places you can get to just by walking.