North Shore Amour

Our house, in the middle of our street.

A year ago my husband and I decided to buy this splended, smart little house and move our lives from Chicago up to the North Shore. 

Barring any catastropic accidents or major illnesses or fatal racoon attacks, I will turn 30 in a few months. I made a resolution a long time ago to start a legit journal in my 20s, so I'd better start now. Squeaking by. Go me. 

This place is my home base, and I love it. So, drumroll, trumpets, harp sounds, henceforth this little field guide to my town and my life shall be called North Shore Amour. 

Let's go!