Flux

At the end of the day, there isn’t a lot to say about our time in Evanston now. My little boy started kindergarten that fall and my girl was in a 2 year old preschool program. I just wanted to live quietly and get used to it all. I could handle what was in front of me and the adjustment was easing.

The plan was to stay on Dempster Street for a year and then find something to buy, but the company that moved us back to the States ended up going out of business and letting my husband go not quite a year later.

After months of being out of a job, my husband finally was offered something exciting with a newer company in a western suburb. He really enjoyed the opportunity, but it meant a very long driving commute and that we would need a second car. Naturally, we decided to start looking for homes in suburbs closer to his work.

These were exactly the types of places I could never see myself living in, but again, I was trying to dispel my preconceived notions about “home” and be supportive, so I tried to reason my way through this and get excited about it, too. I would have very much missed the lake and established neighborhoods with sidewalks and trees and the city at my fingertips, so thank God it didn’t work.

This new company folded less than six months into his employment and we decided to stay on Dempster Street for another year. Actually, we didn’t have much of a choice! Telecom was a bitch back then and there again was more flux.