Moving: The Worst Type of “Go”-ing

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I have, a couple of times in my life, met people who loved moving. They did it every year. Never did they renew a lease or settle in to a space. The idea of purchasing property never entered their minds. They always wanted to be on to the next.

Those people are insane.

Much as I love to travel, I also love having a safe, comfortable home to return to. I see a good space, whether apartment or condo, make a decision very quickly whether it is right for me or not, and then I nest. I don’t have a lot of stuff, but I like the stuff I have, in the arrangements I have it, and I especially love the comfort that comes with being able to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water in the dark half-awake without hitting any walls or breaking a glass.

However. There is this dude I want to shack up with. He is too smart to want to live in my neighborhood (although, as loyal readers know, I have a great affection for it). So moving must be done, after a solid four and a half year run of not-moving.

It’s happening fairly quickly, because we found an amazing apartment that we had to snag fast, just a couple miles away, in the heart of the Lincoln Square neighborhood of Chicago. Which means that in the space of about a week, movers must be scheduled, sorting and cleaning must be done, boxes gathered, dishes packed, etc. My house is completely upside-down at the moment. Every bag that I’ve ever taken anywhere in the world–the huge backpack that I lived out of for two months in Europe, the tiny overnight bag that I toss in the overhead compartment for weekends in New York–is stuffed full of every possession that I’m not just throwing out because I can’t face carting it down the stairs, down the street, and up the stairs again.

I love almost all forms of going places, but not this particular one. It’s stressful in the logistical details and the physical work, but it’s also stressful in the emotional sense, if one must admit to having feelings. I’m excited for a new adventure, but it’s also hard to leave the place that, as I’ve said before, is the first place that’s truly felt like my home. But going to new places and doing new things is what we’re all about here. Because you never know which new place is going to wind up being your favorite.

Claire Podulka

About Claire Podulka

editor in chief of Go Go Go

How to: Go Out in the Cold

Holy bananas it’s cold out there. Literally every single Chicago-adjacent-living person I know has agreed that this is the worst winter that has ever had to be endured. A lot of the response to this has been for us to just not leave our homes ever. But sometimes, going out is unavoidable. Here’s how I manage it.

1) Under-layer: Sweater tights and knee socks on the bottom, undershirt on the top. Plus obviously all the other things I usually wear under my clothes that you don’t need to read about on the Internet.

2) Regular layer: This is commonly known as “Just your regular clothes; don’t go around naked, dummy.” Important factors to consider are that I’m wearing tights under my jeans, so my skinniest jeans don’t work, and I want my top to involve some warm sweatery thing, because while my office looks cool with its huge bank of windows, that actually just means it’s really cold all the time. (This is why we all got snuggies as Christmas presents this year.)

3) Outer layer: Snow boots. I adore mine, from Baretrap. They’re incredibly warm and comfortable (and cute, if I do say so myself), and they’re reasonably waterproof, although if you go ankle-deep into a puddle, you’re sort of out of luck no matter what. Coat, of course. I can’t bring myself to buy one of the ginormous sleeping-bag coats that many Chicago women swear by, including our own art director, but I do have a nice warm wool coat with a huge hood to keep the wind off. My gloves are cheapie convertible glove-mitten combos from Target, but it means I can use my El pass, keys, and phone without taking off my mittens, and they also have long-ish sleeves tucked under my sweater sleeves so my wrists don’t get cold. I also have a silly but warm fur-lined trapper hat, ear flaps down, of course, and brim pulled down over my forehead. And then I wrap a big Irish wool scarf under my coat and pull it up over my nose. So I have just my eyes exposed.

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Cute, no? Well, maybe not. But I am warm. And while I did have some frost on my eyelashes by the time I got to the El today, I did not lose a limb, and I did not whine *that* much. And I consider that a victory against the elements.

Claire Podulka

About Claire Podulka

editor in chief of Go Go Go

Restaurant Week

When it comes to eating out, I’m not that adventurous. I’ve got my favorite spots: the taco joint around the corner with the best tacos al pastor in town, the falafel place down the street with the awesome garlic sauce, and the place with the brunch that’s always a little too salty but so delicious it makes up for it. (No, I’m not telling you where any of these places are. If you start filling up my spots with your cool kid faces I’ll never be allowed to go there again.) Anyway, I tend to go to the same places all the time, order mostly the same food, and definitely don’t go out to fancy or splurgy places, well, ever. I can count on two fingers the number of times I’ve paid more than $50 for a meal.

But our erstwhile photographer Cary reminded me this morning that Chicago’s Restaurant Week is coming. From January 24 through February 6, more than two hundred restaurants in Chicago and the suburbs are offering special fancy prix-fixe lunch and dinner menus for $22, $33, and $44. This gives hoi polloi, such as myself, a chance to experience some of Chicago’s justly famous cheffery that otherwise might be beyond our reach.

As I said, this is more than I’d usually spend on a meal. But it’s an excuse for a splurge and to try something new, and trying new things is the heart of what Go Go Go stands for. So I’m going to make a point to check out at least one new restaurant while this is going on. It’s a small thing, but it still counts.

Claire Podulka

About Claire Podulka

editor in chief of Go Go Go

A (Christmasy) Reason to Stop in Hammond, Indiana

Fans of A Christmas Story, listen up. A few months ago, guest writer Julie Podulka shared her awesome visit to Ralphie’s home, located in Cleveland, Ohio. Now midwest fans of the holiday classic can add another tourist stop to their lists.

A new statue in Hammond, Indiana, immortalizes “poor Flick,” with his tongue stuck to the frozen flag pole in front of the welcome center.

Click here to check out photos of the statue’s unveiling.

The statue was erected in Hammond because it’s the hometown of the film’s writer and narrator, Jean Shepard, and is basis for the fictional setting of the movie, “Homan, Indiana.”

Hammond isn’t a destination, really. It’s your average suburb. But anyone from Chicago driving east will pass through the city, perhaps on his or her way to Cleveland to visit Ralphie’s house. If you pass through this winter, on your way to your family Christmas dinner, for instance, you can “triple dog dare” yourself to join Flick at the pole.

 

 

Brooke

About Brooke Pudar

Brooke is a writer and editor living in Wheaton, Illinois, where she alternately tends and neglects her garden. She’d like to move to Bend, Oregon, even though she’s never been there, because it just has to be awesome.

Very Tiny Voyage: Bucktown Apple Pie Contest

If one were to think of an apple pie contest, one might think of a small-town event, under the town’s picnic shelter, with conservative ladies with big hair and mom jeans, wearing embroidered aprons. Perhaps country band plays in the background.

But what if you put the word “Bucktown” in front of “apple pie contest”? Suddenly a totally different picture emerges: twee decorations, hipsters and semi-hipsters, young metro dads wearing baby carriers as accessories, and local foodie celebrities. There’s still a country band, but one that performs with ironic smiles.

Not that I’m criticizing. I’m just pointing out an interesting observation: that small-town religious and politically conservative folks and the fashionable, liberally and intellectually inclined urbanites have something in common.

The Bucktown Apple Pie Contest has grown from year to year, this time drawing close to 200 entrants. Why the rise in popularity? Perhaps it’s a yearning for simpler times, as argued here. We live in a complicated, disconnected world where being part of a community means an online one rather than a physical one.

Making apple pie is a timeless task in a modern mechanized world. It requires focus, much more time and attention than we usually devote to a single task these days. It’s simple—there are no moving parts except your hands, bringing together pie dough and carefully peeling and slicing apples to a uniform size.

One makes an apple pie to share it. Eating apple pie is a social act, enjoyed with friends and family. Making apple pie is a service act—nothing shows respect for your relationships than showing up with a handmade pie. It’s not showing up at a party with a six pack.

And so on a pretty fall day, the mood in Bucktown’s Holstein Park was unpretentious, unguarded, and simply fun, as people celebrated the simplest of American desserts as well as the simplicity it represents.

 

 

 

Brooke

About Brooke Pudar

Brooke is a writer and editor living in Wheaton, Illinois, where she alternately tends and neglects her garden. She’d like to move to Bend, Oregon, even though she’s never been there, because it just has to be awesome.

In Which We Get Press

We (Claire and Laura) were recently interviewed by our blog friend Diana Nguyen over at To&From magazine about Go Go Go, travel (duh), and Chicago.

Shocking secrets revealed include: Laura reads too much, and I don’t use any beauty products no matter where I am on the globe.

Laura got all the pull quotes, which I’m going to not feel jealous about. In general, she probably gives a better interview than I do. I feel like a couple of my more hilarious (read: not hilarious) comments were left out of the final edit of the interview. Those include the fact that when traveling to Morocco, one thing to remember is to not be a white girl on your own.

The issue we’re featured in focuses on Chicago, a subject on which this site has strong opinions. All due respect to Diana (who gives many excellent recommendations in the issue, including the Art Institute, Intelligentsia, and Half Acre) telling visitors to go to Navy Pier and Wrigley Field is setting them up for a bad time. (Sorry, my Sox is showing.) In order to appreciate the Chicago that those of us who live here love, you have to get well clear of the Loop and that mile that everybody says is so great. I can’t even tell you where to go. My places won’t be yours. But to try to figure it out: Get on the El. Find the person who smells the least bad. Ask them who makes the best tacos. They will have an opinion. Heed it.

Claire Podulka

About Claire Podulka

editor in chief of Go Go Go