I shit you not, my sister and her Sig Chi boyfriend got married on whim, moved to San Francisco and got two black labs named Sperry and Cole (Haan). I’m pretty sure their life went exactly this way until her husband (Todd) divorced her after 8 months. Todd’s future looks very clear to me. DON’T MARRY HER, TODD
Before I started working from home, I used to work in Hanover Park so I rented a place in Schaumpton. (very temporarily) Gave me a terrible feel of commercialized, soulless burbs. Moved down to St. Charles/Geneva/Batavia and things got way better. Downtown Geneva cannot be beat and it is a WORLD of different from Schaumburg. I’m within walking distance of downtown and Penrose brewery. Swing on down sometime!
As a proud #BurbDad, I can attest to all points above but the financials aren’t nearly as easy for everyone. I moved to Chicago a month after graduation to (Lincoln Park – Holy Grail of Post Grad Neighborhoods) and proposed to my GF a month after that. Married a year later, got a little carried away with the top shelf all-you-can-drink on my own wedding night and bam, kid comes out 9 months after the wedding date. We were 100% committed to raising a city kid but when a woman was stabbed in the stomach with a screw driver at 9pm a block from our apartment, we packed up and headed for the cushy ‘burbs. We hit a snag though; not many postgrads are in a financial position to buy a house so you end up in those postgrad filled “luxury” apartment complexes. Sure, they’re full of babes but you also get the ones still trying to be young and throwing wine and cheese parties that get rowdy when my sorry ass is trying to rock my adorable baby one floor up.
We are now finally in a house and your article above describes our life pretty accurately but it took until age 26 to do so. If you don’t have mom and dad (and more power to you, if you do) funding your down payment, moving to the burbs can be real shit for awhile.
#1 rule after going too hard at a work event – do NOT apologize. Turns a potentially embarrassing situation into a power move.
e.g. “Damn, Donny was blacked out last night hard. Heard he may have hooked up with that HR manager. Walked in here this morning, head help high and went about his business like nothing happened. Dude is kind of a legend.”
I’ve suffered through all of these time and time again until I finally started working from home. Honestly, I miss working in an office. The comradery and rigid schedule are good for the soul. Seaweed is always greener in someone else’s lake, I suppose.
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Damn Will you’re old AF
I shit you not, my sister and her Sig Chi boyfriend got married on whim, moved to San Francisco and got two black labs named Sperry and Cole (Haan). I’m pretty sure their life went exactly this way until her husband (Todd) divorced her after 8 months. Todd’s future looks very clear to me. DON’T MARRY HER, TODD
Before I started working from home, I used to work in Hanover Park so I rented a place in Schaumpton. (very temporarily) Gave me a terrible feel of commercialized, soulless burbs. Moved down to St. Charles/Geneva/Batavia and things got way better. Downtown Geneva cannot be beat and it is a WORLD of different from Schaumburg. I’m within walking distance of downtown and Penrose brewery. Swing on down sometime!
Right you are. I’ll stay in Geneva the rest of my life if works allows.
Sounds like we could be #DadBuds. I’m in Geneva if you ever want to come out and throw some back. (I’m guessing you’re a little closer to the city)
Q-Zip + Pit Vipes + PostGrad Flow = Very on point, Will.
As a proud #BurbDad, I can attest to all points above but the financials aren’t nearly as easy for everyone. I moved to Chicago a month after graduation to (Lincoln Park – Holy Grail of Post Grad Neighborhoods) and proposed to my GF a month after that. Married a year later, got a little carried away with the top shelf all-you-can-drink on my own wedding night and bam, kid comes out 9 months after the wedding date. We were 100% committed to raising a city kid but when a woman was stabbed in the stomach with a screw driver at 9pm a block from our apartment, we packed up and headed for the cushy ‘burbs. We hit a snag though; not many postgrads are in a financial position to buy a house so you end up in those postgrad filled “luxury” apartment complexes. Sure, they’re full of babes but you also get the ones still trying to be young and throwing wine and cheese parties that get rowdy when my sorry ass is trying to rock my adorable baby one floor up.
We are now finally in a house and your article above describes our life pretty accurately but it took until age 26 to do so. If you don’t have mom and dad (and more power to you, if you do) funding your down payment, moving to the burbs can be real shit for awhile.
Fuckin’ all-you-can-drink Lagavulin.
That picture pains me. So obviously photoshopped.
#1 rule after going too hard at a work event – do NOT apologize. Turns a potentially embarrassing situation into a power move.
e.g. “Damn, Donny was blacked out last night hard. Heard he may have hooked up with that HR manager. Walked in here this morning, head help high and went about his business like nothing happened. Dude is kind of a legend.”
I’ve suffered through all of these time and time again until I finally started working from home. Honestly, I miss working in an office. The comradery and rigid schedule are good for the soul. Seaweed is always greener in someone else’s lake, I suppose.