My condo isn’t quite ready yet — I’m missing many things, from a coffee maker to a completed kitchen. It will hopefully be done by July, just in time for my birthday. But even in this in-between stage, I am overwhelmingly content here.
I awoke on this particular morning to a brilliantly sunny sky. Today is Saturday, and I don’t have showings until the afternoon. I tugged on a baseball cap and headed down to the lobby. Good morning, Miss Stone, said Leonard, my patient and accommodating doorman. The farmer’s market is goin’ on.
I thanked him for the tip. Unbeknownst to me, the Division Street Farmer’s Market is historically open from May until October, offering produce, plants and more. I heard the soft sounds of jazz guitar as soon as I rounded the corner onto Dearborn Street.
Slowly, I wandered. There were tables of cellophane-wrapped cherry strudels, a selection of gourmet olive oil, dog treats, trays of cupcakes and so much greenery. People milled about, some holding hands and some walking with their pups. I even ran into a friend from my hometown, who just happens to be my neighbor.