Ch, ch, ch, changes.

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With my love for architectural history as well as music I found something this morning that wraps the two together nicely.  

This morning the home above on the right came on the market for a smidge, ok a big smidge, over one millions dollars.   I had posted before about how much I love living in the west Wilmette area with all its groovy mid-century modern homes designed by architect Mort Balaban.   I had toured the original home when it went on the market last year.  It really was in need of tlc but I could envision it being a cool sort of CB2 meets Dick Van Dyke home sort of place one day soon.   To see the original home with its ski slope roof be torn down reminded me though that changes happen all the time.

The new home is just lovely architecturally.  It has what today's buyers are looking for.  I see this every day as a North Shore realtor.   It still made me pause to think what used to be here and missing that original home.

Who am I to lament the loss of this home?  Before me most likely there were many people who lamented the change from West Wilmette from a series of small family farms to the suburban land of split levels.   The point in time in-which I stand is just someone else's change.  

I can tell you exactly where I bought my cassette of David Bowie's ChangesOne.   I had heard it up at summer camp one year.  I came home and the next day I begged my mom to drive me to Second Hand Tunes in Evanston to buy it.   It was when the store was on the north side of Dempster, two doors east of Cafe Express.   That cassette, that store and that song made huge impressions on who I am.  Even as the architecture around me is changing, I am beyond grateful to have the life I have today.  The strength of friends and family never change and is that road that carries us through it all.