Let’s travel down memory lane for a bit of a back-story. I started my blog in 2009 right when I “moved back home”. I had been living in the Ukrainian Village/Wicker Park area of Chicago with my best friends and a random Craigslist dude (not recommended). 2008 was a crappy year. I lost my job (twice), relationships were being tested and were evolving, and I was broker than broke. That fall after both of my roommates lost their jobs and two of us were denied unemployment we had no choice but to break out lease and go about our separate ways. My only option was moving back home with my parents. It was a major adjustment for me. I hadn't lived “at home” for four years. I was used to the late night bars and hopping on the blue line whenever. My friends were my family, in that I saw them every day and ate dinner with them every night. I was used to my routine and moving across the city where none of my friends lived was super hard. The accessibility to people and places was more complicated, and while I tried my best to get into the city as often as I could, it was tiring and expensive (I was still broke, after all). I settled back into suburbia and started this blog to keep myself busy and creative.
|My very first blog header. Shared that fancy font with Gluten Free Frenzy!|
While it was only supposed to last for a few months and my plan was to be back in the city by that summer, things didn't work out that way. I ended up living with my family for a little over four years. While I love my fam to death and didn't necessarily want to leave, this spring I decided that it was time to be back on my own again. I found a super cute apartment that was spacious and close to transportation and friends.
Unpacking for the last month has been taking up my blogging time. When I initially moved home, I had an entire household that couldn't (and wouldn't) fit into my parents’ house. I rented a storage locker to hold everything until I could move out. Uncovering those treasures has been a mixture of joy and WTF?! Why did I save some of the things that I did? Why did I even own some of the things that I did? If you follow me on Instagram or Twitter you saw some of the gems that I found. Luckily my sister-in-law’s family held a garage sale that I piggybacked on and sold a huge chunk of it. The rest of the vintage stuff will make its way to an etsy store I am in the works of setting up.
The only downfall to my new place is that the kitchen is a food blogger’s worst nightmare. It’s small, lacking counter space, and needs a lot of updates. The small, falling in sink is not ideal. The stove is tricky. The knob for the oven temperature is worn out, so heating to a specified temperature is anyone’s guess. I did buy an oven thermometer, but that’s not working out too well either. My recent batch of Kyra’s Crave Bake Shop cupcakes turned out more like pound cake than cupcake, but that’s OK.
|Snickerdoodle cupcake, literally!|
Despite being back in the city near friends and fun times, I’m excited to continue blogging. I know my posts have slowed down over the past couple of years, but I’m hoping having my own (tiny) kitchen and cooking more meals (already miss Babs’s cooking) will generate more fun stories and recipes. I’m bringing book club back. I want to whip myself into shape again. And of course I want you all to eat out, so I will constantly be updating the Chicago restaurant list. There’s been a lot of change for me lately, but change is good. It’s time.