Earlier this week, I posted an opinion piece about all the things that I hated about living in Washington, D.C. I think that this merits a look at my alternative city of choice: Chicago.
When I first moved to the District, I estimated that I would be in the area for about two years. It took ten full years for me to get out. Ten horrible, no good, very bad years.
I’ve never thought of myself as a particularly anxious person. Certainly, I have my moments. But I’ve always thought of myself as someone who has been through a great deal […]
Last year I bought the house of my nightmares. On purpose. I spent what little money I had (and plenty that I don’t) purchasing a townhouse that was built in […]