I should have started this three months ago when we moved into our rental unit, awaiting the finish of our new space on the 25th floor. Not an especially pretty building, but a very, very sturdy one. Lots of concrete. Built in the 60s. I like that the windows open. And that we'll have balconies. Not that I care about that right now.
Anyway, I'm slowly learning about living in a building like this in a part of town that I've mostly just eaten in. Or gone to Union Station or Crown Center. So come with me as I explore what it's like to be an urbanite. Even a transplanted one.
You can either learn with me, tell me I'm full of crap, give me advice and help, or just occasionally laugh with me. I hope. Or ignore me -- always an option that many have chosen before you. Anyway, it's an adventure. Or as close as I come to one nowadays.
Happy New Year all! And welcome to my new life.