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Thursday, September 04, 2008
On moving
When I move to a new neighborhood, the entire city suddenly feels unfamiliar and everything I knew seems far away. By moving a few miles I change grocery stores, Thai take-out places, drug stores, dog walking routes, bus routes and neighborhood landmarks. I need to learn names of new side streets, and parking regulations for when friends visit. Henry and I will learn the names and smells of new neighborhood dogs.
For the first few days I feel like my new apartment is a ship. Inside we’re safe and cozy, albeit surrounded by our boxed-up belongings. Outside is the great expanse of the unfamiliar. The idea of exploring after days of unpacking and organizing sounds exhausting, but necessity forces me to make a few expeditions with specific purposes. Café with internet? Check. Tasty lunch spot? Check.
Soon it will all be old news, so I suppose I should revel in the process of learning the new neighborhood. Which by the way, is either Humboldt Park or West Wicker Park . According to maps I’ve looked at we’re in Humboldt, but realtors (and the proprietor of the café a block away) call it West Wicker Park .
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