Moving sucks.
Not only the actually physical part of packing everything in boxes, loading it all in a truck, carrying it all up the stairs to the new place, and unpacking all of it, but the emotional and psychological aspects involved--the act of leaving a familiar place full of a lot of great memories, for an unfamiliar place of full of nothing but your stuff, in boxes.
As all near-future posts will originate from the New Apartment, I thought I would take a moment to wallow in our bittersweet departure from 89 Trowbridge Street and reflect on our 3 great years in #21...
old 89
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