The Irish are a tight knit group of people, especially in Chicago. All of them immigrants, they made their millions in construction and development. Some of them with barely a third grade education. But they are the warmest people. Friday night dinners are something I always look forward to. Anyone and everyone is invited to come for dinner and drink, and boy can they drink!! Finally, after being gone for 12 hours and feeling guilty for leaving Meow Mix, another friend dropped me off on her way home. Guess what I saw in the window of the first floor apartment:
Yep....I mean I know they're terrible landlords and pretty much neglect the place, but I'd think they'd at least tell us. The best part is...they're Irish and I have spread the word to my Irish friends.
Not sure how long it will take for it to sell but I'm betting the new buyer will probably tear it down and build some lush million-dollar single family home. Just hope it doesn't happen before I head out....I've got a business plan in mind just have to get it all in place.
I know, I'm not forgetting about a job, but I am moving to a market 1/10th the size of Chicago, and while there might be 20 jobs I'd apply for here, there are only three in Kansas City. :( So, at least I'm working, picking up clients and things look good. Really good. I'd rather be doing this and making some money then sitting around looking for a job....ya know?
God is speaking. Everything is in play, it seems, for me to definitely proceed with my plan.