Oh Man, Moving

Argh, why am I looking at apartments this early on? Now I want to move to Pilsen. Even though it's sketchtastic. Gentrifying, but still sketchtastic. BUT it's the only part of the city with adorable, cheap loft-like apartments. (That first one is so cute. I want it.) And yes, "Pilsen's rich Neo-Bohemian Baroque architectural heritage..." is about all it takes for me to go all grabby-hands and Do Want! (Also, Mexican Food. Good Mexican food. And bakeries.) This is also the neighborhood I would've lived in if I'd gotten that dog-sitting job the summer after I graduated from college (and oh, how completely different my situation would be by now if that'd happened. It's amazing how much of a difference two dogs and one car can make in an almost entirely-unrelated person's life.) Anyway, point being, since I like Hyde Park's old-school neighborhoodness, but don't like the University, Pilsen easily is on the short list of acceptable neighborhoods. Even if I never would've moved there until... about now, actually. But hey! As far as I can tell, on my end of the spectrum, it's overrun by artists, not hipsters, so it's cool with me. (Yes, Logan Square and Wicker Park, I am looking at you. And I'm apparently not quite old enough for Lincoln Square yet, so... Pilsen or Ukrainian Village it is!) I think tomorrow, I'll go down and hit up some random shops down there and see if the area is really as scary as I remember.

And then there's this. It looks freaking gorgeous. I'm half-tempted to e-mail them anyway, and just sublet out my room for the rest of the summer if they turn out to be cool people. Even though it's more than $200 more a month than I'm paying now and undoubtedly doesn't include utilities.