Home on Home

Once the house is under contract and the boxes are being loaded on to the truck, our chapter involving 832 Home will come to a close. Before the whirl-wind commences further, I wanted to take a few minutes to remember some of the finer moments at this address. Aside from the biggies, a wedding and birth of a baby, this house has been a respite from the day to day. Jerry and I have found ourselves sitting on the front steps and porch trying to make sense of our jobs. We've spent hours on our back patio eating charred meat after another fruitless attempt at grilling. We've had countless visits from the neighborhood cat, sunning himself on our property (see picture above). We've endured, I mean enjoyed, numerous block parties. I will miss lying awake listening to the sun porch windows slamming themselves shut in a winter storm. I will miss the hum of the street light over our back alley as dusk sets in. I will even miss the creaky stairs that wake our poor napping daughter every time we try to use our one and only bathroom. The sound of the "eL" pulling into Oak Park Avenue reminds me of how wonderfully close we are to the city. It's been a wonderful five years but looking forward to seeing how the next chapter unfolds.