Gorgeous weather greeted me on this month’s visit to the bay area, which was a nice chance of pace from the snow here in Denver.
How do two nerds spend the day after Valentine’s Day? Why listening to Neil deGrasse Tyson speak about the future of science in America, of course.
Oh, and if you were wondering, the future is pretty depressing.
This whole adventure started very randomly one evening when I decided to download the Zillow app on my new iPad. Really I was just looking for shit to play with, but then I noticed something. There were houses in our neighborhood (an area we wanted to stay in) that were remarkably within our price range. This was a surprise because everything that had caught our eye before was easily $50k+ outside of our range — and if there was anything that paying off stupid after-college debt taught us, it is to stay within our means. So when we saw that there were houses we could afford, even if one of us lost our job, we decided to act on it.
Six years ago I lived in Chicago for all of seven months. I hated it. It was just after college and it was one of those impulse moves where I just needed to get away and try something new. I should have tried something else.
I lived in the wrong place with the wrong person and I was miserable. As an intern who got paid $7/hour, my rent was $750/month..you do the math. I chose the late shift at my internship and worked overtime every day because it meant a free dinner. I worked weekends at a wine store in the suburbs so I could make rent. I vividly remember spending my last $1.50 on a can of ravioli for dinner and hoping I could make it to the next paycheck. When you don’t have money, Chicago fucking blows.
Cut to today. I have money and Chicago, as it turns out, is quite a lovely place to visit. Even for just one night.
On the way to visit my parents, the husband and I stayed one night in a lakeside room at the Congress Plaza Hotel, which would have been more spectacular if hadn’t been gray and rainy the entire time.
A downpour of rain forced us to stay close to the hotel, which is okay because it resulted in the best goddamn steak I’ve had in years. Seriously, Midwesterners, you know how to cook a steak. Bless you.