Just realized the moving day chaos in Logan Square is its own kind of calendar
Back in 2009 I landed in a 2 bedroom on Milwaukee Ave and the first week was pure disaster, fridge died on day 3 with $200 of groceries inside. But a neighbor named Rosa from the 3rd floor loaned me her cooler and we grilled everything on the fire escape, honestly the best week of random dinners I ever had here. Now my sister's relocating to the same block and I keep comparing her smooth timeline to my old mess... has anyone else had a rough moving week that turned into something you look back on fondly?
What made you decide to stay after that first week? I'm asking because that fridge dying on day 3 would have sent a lot of people running, but you turned it into fire escape dinners with Rosa and now you're still here years later. Was it the neighborhood, the people, or did the disaster itself kind of bond you to the place? I feel like moving chaos either breaks you or makes you fall for a block, and it sounds like yours did the second thing. Your sister's smooth timeline might actually be the thing she looks back on as boring someday.