RESIDE

When I was fresh out of college, I couldn’t wait to get my first apartment.

FREEDOM. SEX. FREEDOM.

I had already acquired many pieces of furniture and art and sets of dishes all lovingly wrapped and waiting for me in my parent’s garage- like Christmas on steroids, except I had gotten these things for myself because Santa had gotten a little stingy (with two kids in college).

I looked and looked and hunted and looked, until I finally found the PERFECT place- a one bedroom in a pre-war building, with 14 foot tall ceilings, a non-working marble wrapped fireplace, a small kitchenette carved out of a small hallway, fungus mushrooms budding at the base of the leaky toilet, gang warfare outside the windows, a basement laundry filled with spiders and rapists, and a million to one odds your car would be stolen- twice. 

It had three locks on the doors- for only half of my monthly net!

EUREKA! The Motherload! (And my mother, btw, had a mouth full to say). 

I, of course, moved right in.

This address, despite its dubious surroundings, lasted about a year and a half (When I had to roll off the bed at 3am, to find safety on the floor from stray bullets flying outside my window I thought maybe it was time to pull-up roots). 

Well, the Times They Are A Changed.

Our daughter, Princess Bryn, lives in one of several uber cutting-edge apartment complexes in Lincoln Park Chicago, at a little place called RESIDE where there motto is, “…committed to providing a memorable rental experience, in neighborhoods we care about and support.” Where they want you to, “…love where you live”, and provide, “cutting edge technology” that gives you seamless access to information, with “city conveniences”, all the while being surrounded by, “a responsible environment.”

Just like my first place…

in my next life.

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Well played Princess.
Well played.

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Community Herb Garden
I had a Community Park filled with shell casings and dog shit.
Same thing right?

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The flocked wallpaper that
decorates the hallways.
Not quite as authentic as the graffiti and dangling light bulbs
outside my first apartment’s door.




  • House Crazy Sarah - yes, times have changed! Wow – on your first place and Wow on your daughter’s place!!!ReplyCancel

  • William Kendall - Oh, that’s suffering! Your poor daughter.

    My new place is a good location… though the downstairs neighbours do smoke pot.ReplyCancel

  • Winnie - Yes, but think of all the city “charm” you had. I am in the city, and remember my first place at age 21. I was the oldest of 6, and so did it on my own. Mismatched everything, but really, I was happy and I think it prepared me to be self sufficient. Come to think about it, maybe I should come back as your daughter. Loving her kitchen, oh my!ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - I just shake my head —– I guess this is what a REALLY good education and high skills gets you. And fabulous parents, of course.ReplyCancel

  • Barbara Torris - Oh my goodness…isn’t that just gorgeous. I think your princess is doing JUST fine.

    My children, like yours, started out ahead of where I was when they got their first apartment. I wanted their life for a while. It is really a lot of fun to watch them start out in the world. I know you must love it…living in a responsible environment…I didn’t even know what an “environment” was until I was 40!

    Be well Cheryl!
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    • A Pleasant House - Well, aren’t you spot on in every way! I guess the American Dream is still alive! Do better then your parents, and all that. We’re so happy for her.ReplyCancel

  • Ida Chiavaro - Definitely has a a lot more to do with her fabulous parents than the freedom/sex driven choices of our youth. I remember my second rental had an outdoor dunny, opposite a train track in an industrial section of the city. We could see the sky through the ceiling in the hallway, no neighbours on the weekend (that could complain about the smell of anything), bullet holes and lots of wild cats. I loved every second of it (and only when it was really cold at night did I pee in the bathtub.)ReplyCancel

    • A Pleasant House - SO great Ida. ANd I’m glad the bathtub was only used in cold weather. Haahahaaa. We did have us some adventures didn’t we? Train tracks. Bullet holes. Gang fights. Boys. What a time! Thanks for stopping by- nice to see you.ReplyCancel

  • Rich Rumple - I remember my first apartment. I was completely unaware that there were train tracks only 25 feet behind it. Each night, at 2 a.m., a train would come through blowing its whistle in warning for the crossing ahead. Between the vibrations and the noise, I awoke thinking World War III has broke out! After a week, I never noticed it. I also remember my girlfriend coming over and finding that I had left dishes and pans soaking for over a week in the sink. I guess it was the smell that first gave her a hint. Brave girl, she was. She reached right down to the drain plug through the slimy mess and pulled it right out! She was a keeper that I lost, four times, before finally losing her forever. I still think of her. Great job!ReplyCancel

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