I told Mark not to worry, that we'd find a home. We walked into the very first place we looked at and Mark fell in love with it. It's a big, solid brick building, with intact architectural elements from the time it was built in 1922. It did smell like an antique store when we walked in, and there was a strange and creepy room in the basement, but all in all it checked most of our boxes. The fact that I promised Mark that we'd gut the kitchen and give him an all new gourmet kitchen helped seal the deal. There are still a lot of hurdles. Inspections, bank assessor, that sort of thing, but we have a contract and we'll soon be Chicagoans. Just click this link to see the place.