12 September 2002

At the end of August, we all moved out of the Cave, which was a lot of work, and also pretty sad. Taylor, Miguel and I had lived there for nearly three years, and it was a great apartment, huge and beautiful and full of memories, but it had been a good trip and it was time to say goodbye.

My boxes.

The moving itself was quite an ordeal, even though I hired movers, which made me feel a little too much like an adult, or lazy, or maybe the two go hand-in-hand.

The place I’ve moved into, in Washington Square, is nice, a little run-down, but it has a lot of character, and it’s big enough to fit all my stuff, and I live here all alone. What’s bad is that I totally live out of the city now, or technically still in Brookline, but really this feels a little too much like a suburb, and after living in Redmond and Sunnyvale, I told myself I’d never do that again. Calling it a suburb probably conveys the wrong impression, though; I mean, all the houses are different, and I’m a five minute walk from the T, but still I miss having everything I need on my block.

Taylor in my new place.

On the other hand, living alone is giving me some time to myself, and I’m very grateful for that.