What it Was Like Living Above a Whole Foods for a Year -- Personal Essay

As we crossed the Mississippi river into downtown, I overflowed into the passenger seat, seven months pregnant with my first son. My husband Tim, who was dropping me off at work, slowed down at a yellow light, rolling to a full stop in front of a new apartment development above a Whole Foods. While he looked the brick highrise up and down, I chirped in typical idealist fashion: "Wouldn't it be fun to live somewhere like this someday? I don't even care about owning a house, I just want to live so...