Anyone have any boxes?

It's 4:30 am, and I should be sleeping.  But I'm not sleeping, sadly; instead, I'm listening to the (insert obscene noun of your choice) upstairs as he pounds, rearranges furniture, clog dances- whatever the hell it is he likes to do in the wee hours of the morn.

I want to shank him.

It's not just him, though- it's the hipsters next door, with their incessant techno; rounded out by the boob in the basement who bangs away at all hours on his FULL DRUM KIT.  It's insanity, I tell you.  And I'm crazy enough as it is.

We moved to the Fenway area because it was convenient and it was what we knew.  This neighborhood had been the best place to live...when I was eighteen.  Unfortunately, it's not so fun at thirty-one.  (My God, am I really thirty-one?)

In a nutshell, we're moving.  To South Boston.  We found the coziest little pad on the cutest of streets and I'm as happy as a pig in shizz.  I'm not even bothered by the fact that in the next couple of weeks I'll be once again packing my life away...it will all be worth it.  (Two decks!  Two bedrooms!  Significantly less rent than we're forking over now!)

I can't move to Southie fast enough.  Just call me Good Will Hunting.

Comments

[sue]

YAY! So glad you found a new place. Hope the move goes effortlessly!

[the odd broad]

Thanks Auntie Sue! I'm so relieved. That neighbor upstairs had me awake from 2am to 3:00 last night! It will be so nice to have nobody above us!