On The Move

I’m moving in 3 days.

A truck has been rented, a bunch of our stuff donated to Boomerang’s.  Room by room, my familiar apartment has been disassembled and put in boxes.  Over the weekend I posted these before and after pictures of the closet we used as a reading room.  We’ve made progress, but there’s still quite a bit to do before August 1st.

Since we found a new place to live, I have been counting down the days until we could finally get settled into our new apartment.  I remember harboring this kind of home-making excitement ever since I moved into my first apartment in Amherst.  What was it going to be like?  I used to imagine all the fun possibilities, and still do.  Very domestic day dreams about romantic dinners at home or game nights with friends or a quiet afternoon alone, reading a book with some homemade chai.

But with each box packed, each decoration carefully stripped off the wall, I’ve been feeling a little more sad.  After six hours of packing yesterday, I had to go outside for some fresh air.  Kyle and I took a walk.  Even though it was pretty dreary for a summer evening with an overcast sky and drizzling rain, I realized how much I’ve come to enjoy this little sliver of Boston between the Arboretum and the Cemetery.

Sure, this apartment is drafty in winter.  We’ve had problems with the kitchen sink.  Sometimes I can hear arguments between some shady characters hanging out in the parking lot at the bottom of the hill behind our house.

But I also come home to the most beautiful views of the sunset.

Okay, so maybe I’m getting too emotional here.  We are just moving down the street, not to the other side of the planet.  Moving to Japan was far more daunting than this.  And here’s a little snapshot to prove it–