We moved to a magnificent house further away from Chicago proper but still 30 minutes from the city. I drive there everyday. I work so much the days off in the relative quiet are just great. We have a very diverse neighbourhood and some interesting problems. Where we live is kind of feral. Our immediate neighbours are ace but a bit further away everyone is a mental noisy nutter. 4th of July here was like the Dresden bombings. Fireworks in the street. Pavements, gardens. Explosions everywhere. Smoke permeating everywhere. Nutty as a fruitcake. The people across the street own a mansion and we walked over there and sat on their third floor open balcony and watched the mayhem. We live in a township that has inner city madness but suburban benefits.
I can still go play football and hang with the boys if I want (although my knees are wank biscuits), but like to rest on Sundays and work on the garden stuff. Still have basement problems because of water and a developer we are still trying to get legal action against but it has done our marriage an absolute world of good.
My wife is very happy (probably for the first time in our relationship for a sustained period of time. So much so she has given up drinking and is looking after herself and she has she shed loads of weight and looks incredibly healthy.
So our story is sort of the absolute opposite to Russ. It’s been less than a year though so I might start to get restless but my work is so busy and relentless coming home here has been a godsend.
Having said that, I do still plan on trying to get in two holidays a year for a bit of sanity (something that was put on hold because of the house buying for a year).
I am not drinking as much as I used too to support wifey. I suspect if I can make it to NYC then Russ will probably laugh at my wimpy liver.
Chicago: Suburban superstar.