It showed her apartment was six minutes away and this time of evening the traffic should not be too bad. At least that’s what I hoped. Sometimes you never could tell. I pulled out of the parking garage and headed down the route. Turning the radio on, volume low, as to not drown out the directions. About thirty minutes later, traffic was much worse than I had anticipated, I pulled into an older apartment complex. It had seen better days and was sorely in need of a paint job and some weed pulling but in Chicago real estate was expensive, even to rent, and you couldn’t be too picky when it came to aesthetics. Clean and safe were the things that were important in this city. Then location and then aesthetics. Unless you were rich you didn’t have many options. It was worth it though. Chicago was an awesome place to live. I found her building number and parked. Grabbing my purse I walked up to the front door, which of course was locked. Not surprising that you had to be buzzed in.
