When we lived in Chicago, I ever so often cruised the Craigslist apartment ads searching for that dream apartment, low cost, bigger than what we’re in now, hardwood floors, interesting architecture, and of course, blocks from my closest friends or favorite restaurant. Apartment real estate is an interesting concept to me – everyone is searching for that perfect place, and who knows, it may even be just down the street.
So when we found the perfect first floor, fire place bearing, french door boasting, hardwood floored apartment in a historic home just a block from a quaint New England main street, we thought we’d never leave. But ever since we moved to Connecticut, Hartford, the city just 15 miles up the road, intrigued us. We had heard the good the bad and the ugly about the city, but even so, every time we drove down Farmington Avenue we had the same conversation, what would it be like to live here?
This January we began seriously talking about moving – even though our quaint house seems perfect, the lack of storage, space for guests, distance from friends, and talk of expanding our family someday didn’t seem to fit in our 2 bedroom. We talked it over with our closest friends here in Connecticut and they all agreed, relocating to Hartford seemed like a great move.
I called my mom last week, “We found the place we had been looking for all those years in Chicago”. Bigger, cheaper (what?!), space for guests, space for future little Sturdys, an office/studio for my business, closets everywhere and walking distance to multiple Hartford pals, parks and restaurants – as of June 1st we will be Hartford residents!
I am so excited to show you our new place – whether it be in person or through my blog…so stay tuned, tomorrow: pictures of our new place on the way!