Adjusting to a new move is hard.  It's interesting how life can change so much just by moving a few hours. 

I still haven't found my fav grocery store, yet.  I'd like to find one and be a regular to make some friends and such.  So far I've hit the Carneciera Jiminez and Springbook Market.  The mexican grocery store has some great things (like 5 mini avocados for $1!) but mexican's aren't really into soy milk and I need soy milk.  Springbrook Market is okay, but kinda weird.  When I went there last week, there really wasn't anyone in there.  Moreover, they sell weird things like cow's head.  No joke--cow's head.  Mike saw it.  Produce, milk and eggs are decently priced here in W. Chicago, but meat and ice cream--whew!  It's like over $6/box for ice cream.  Yeesh.  I've been wanting to have some good ice cream on hand since it's so tempting to go out all the time--there is a Tastee Freeze about 2 blocks away and the ice cream guy comes by every evening.  I got some cheapee ice cream and I've eaten it every day since. 

So, Mike and I are learning what it means to rent a house that's on the market.  Unfortunately, we have this habit of totally destroying our place over the weekend.  We just get really sloppy.  So today we go to the park and come back and there's a realtor's card on our coffee table--they'd showed the place while we were gone...oops.  Again, I've been telling myself I'm going to take it easy and slowly unpack, but it's time to get this place in shape.  Those poor people who had to see the house like this.  It really is a weird place, though.  Spacious, but quirky.  Like the bathroom off of the master bedroom only gets hot water for about 20 seconds.  We thought it was the whole house that wasn't getting hot water and, after several days of cold showers, realized the other bathroom gets hot water just fine.  Moreover, there are all of these closets that you have to have the door to the room shut to get into, slanted floors, CATerpillers in the backyard (I think that's what they're called--the yellow and black construction vehicles)--seriously, when I look out the back windows, I see semis and CATs, when I look out Joy's window I see a train, and when I look out my front window, I see a fiesta.  Literally--mexican polka music, guys doing wheelees up and down the street on ATVs...kids running around with popsicles.  (Honestly, I hope to be a part of it one day!)

That's all for now.