Moving Daze, the Aftermath
Well, with the incredible help of three of the hunkiest (and humpiest) guys I know, I managed the move yesterday. It was hotter than the hinges of hell, of course, and the traffic was abominable, but my boys stuck with me (even after I nearly electrocuted one of them) and I spent the first night in seven long years in my very own place.
With all the kids moving into the building, my Merchant Mariner welcomed me to my new "dorm." Since I was told by the rental agent that this end of the Fenway was a little less dormy these days, I was not thrilled, but my Mariner was. And I have to admit there was a lot of totty out on the streets of the ol' Fenway yesterday.
"You're clever," he said.
"Well, if the mountain won't come to Mohammed..." I told him.
Yes, a lot of friendly (obviously not yet Bostonized) fresh-faced, sweaty boys. And (correspondingly?) a lot of stink-eyed girls. Ladies, what is up with the look? Is bitch the new black? Seriously. Guys, especially when they're doing real sweaty guy things, like hauling furniture and moving heavy boxes — we hold the door for one another, hold the elevator, shout encouragements and cheer each other on. It's like this whole comrades-in-arms thing kicks in. It's super cute.
Girls apparently just get super bitchy.
The boys were definitely doing all the work yesterday. And they looked hot doing it. My boys most especially.
So here's what you get for $1265 a month in the Fenway...
the view through the kitchen to the nook
the view from the nook to the kitchen
living room and nook
Ah, Ramler Park. How I love thee.
I'll leave you with a little ditty from the Squirrel Nut Zippers that's too appropriate...
After my boarder moved out I promised my dog that only she and I would inhabit the house for the near future. The vestige of wanting to share a home diminishes to an infinity of near zero. There will always be the fantasy of coming home to an Adonis of a spouse, time ceasing at the door, a perfect domesticity keeping at bay the chaos of the outside world. But living with only my dog today leaves me quite content.
What is the origin of that trace for perfected shared domesticity? Is it an archetypal desire for perfect safety, or desire to return to a momentary infantile state of timelessness? While intriguing not all that important. What does matter to me is that I like living alone.
On the other hand I can't truthfully say, "Oh sorry, you can't come over right now, my roommate is home."
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I've always liked having a "room of my own". And I think as long as living alone doesn't spiral into isolation, as long as you have a relatively robust and healthy social life, being a career bachelor is not a bad gig.
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As there was no mention of a bedroom, I take it there's just the one big room, nook, kitchen, foyer and bath. The light's great and the view's superb. Enjoy!
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It is a studio, but it has several separate "rooms", none of which is large enough for a bed, alas. I like the space, and it's definitely enough for me right now. Baby steps.
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Mike,
Congrats on the move; this apartment looks really nice, especially for the $. I wouldn't mind knowing where this is for when I look for a place next year with my boyfriend. I've looked at some pretty crap places with crap views that cost more.
Stay cool,
Jenny
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Jenny
I had to look at a few dumps before I found this place, and it's still a little bit "dormy" as I said. But I knew I wanted to live in the Fenway and what the area was like.
For my apartment hunting I actually went, for the first time, through a rental agency -- Comm Ave Associates. It was better than pounding the pavement on my own (they'll drive you around all day) or answering CL ads (although I found my agent through a CL ad -- all the agencies advertise on CL).
I made sure to ask to see only "no fee" apartments, and in the end all I had to pay the rental agency was, like, forty bucks for their services, and only when I found a place I wanted and put my money down on it. As for the apartment, I only had to pay first and last month up front, no deposit.
If you like this sort of building -- and the sort of flat -- check out Peterborough and Queensberry bordered on both ends by Park Drive in the Fenway...
The location and the amenities of the neighborhood can't be beat.
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That is one sweet view! And it will be nice having all the young eye candy around. But how will it impact your garden activities? Are you further away from the victory garden?
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I am now three blocks away from the victory gardens. I just basically moved to the other side of the Fenway, so no biggie. When I first got it I lived in JP.
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Glad to read the move went smoothly. It was definitely a hot day to move - hopefully you have an AC or a good cross breeze in your new home otherwise you'll be nearly as hot today.
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