I was planning on moving in a week from tomorrow, on Labor Day, September 1st.

Well, that’s out the window now.

My new landlady (who is lovely!) just called me to inform me that the current tenants (two guys and two adorable kittens) have moved out, so Sars and I can move in as soon as it’s cleaned.

That’s fantastic news.  September 1 is going to be a hellish moving day, especially in a college town like Boston, especially especially since our apartment is within a ten-minute walk of around nine colleges or so.

Now, I talked to my dad.  He wants us to move during the week.  Excellent.  It will be much less busy.

However — we can’t do it Friday.  The Red Sox return to Boston that day, and our apartment is close to Fenway Park.  There’s a game Friday night.  It wouldn’t be smart to move in during a game, when the whole neighborhood is crazy.

And we can’t do it Thursday — Obama is accepting the nomination that night, and my mom is throwing a party.

Which means that we have to do it WEDNESDAY, provided that our landlady is able to get the apartment cleaned by that time.

I AM SO NOT READY!!!!!!  THERE IS NO WAY I CAN PACK UP MY ENTIRE LIFE IN THAT TIME!!!!!!

In fact, I shouldn’t be writing this.  My room is a disaster.  (It has been interesting — while I uncovered things like a moldy piece of pie, I also found my poetry portfolio from college!)

But it’s all worth it —

Because within a week, I will live here:

The Back Bay — Boston’s ritziest neighborhood.

And the late-night cabs home will cost $8, not $25.  🙂

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