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Oh hey, we moved.
Earlier this year (April) we found out that our landlord was going to be selling the house we were renting an apartment in. Until June, I was hoping that we could just stay where we were -- but when we hadn't heard anything, it was time to look for a new place to rent, because in the rental market, no news is definitely not good news.

I put together a list of requirements -- more than one bathroom (with three girls in the house, this is only barely negotiable), red line access, etc. I also had some nice to haves -- on-premises laundry, Living Room and Dining Room, off-street parking, etc.

Jess was able to quickly find a place that met all the criteria I had set up, at $300 less than the max budget that I had established, *in Cambridgeport* -- and which ended up being an *entire house* rather than an apartment in a bigger building.

After a month of working with a house organizer to get rid of all the crap you usually move just because it feels wrong to throw away (she took the stuff away and donated it to worthy people); after two weekends of carrying both things out of the basement and all the 'little stuff' that you don't really know how to pack; and after two days of sprinting through boxes and filling them with everything from books to blankets, photos to pasta strainers, we have now moved into the new place.

And I love it.

I love the fact that we have a real pantry -- not some rack attached to a wall that gets in the way of everything. I love that we have storage in the kitchen -- all kinds of cabinets. I love that we have bedrooms which are up against the roof and windows that stick out of dormers and a *desk* in my bedroom where I can actually sit down and work and keep stuff.

I love that I will no longer have to feel like asking for the landlord to fix a toilet backing up sewage will take multiple days to get resolved. I love that she actually maintains the yard, so we don't have a jungle of poorly maintained weeds as our only yard space. (The new landlord lives next door; I expect we'll be seeing her almost daily given evidence so far.)

I think it's neat that bedrooms are actually upstairs. That was the case in our house on Erie Street, but Allston Street was all one level.

I love that I moved into a basement that was ... empty. Not filled with 10 years of crap, from recycling left behind from opening cardboard boxes to bikes and air conditioners to file cabinets full of incorporation and business documents from General Java Programming Corporation. (Now in Brookline, apparently.)

I look forward to having a stove with a range hood. To not having heat that is electric in one room and gas in all the rest.

There are many things I will miss about 236 Allston St. But after having lived there for 8 years, I think I'm ready to move on. New adventures await.

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It looks awesome! I LOVE the brick wall in the kitchen.

two days of sprinting through boxes and filling them with everything

Haha. I've moved a lot, and it always starts with boxes carefully labeled by room and contents, and ends up with boxes into which I've scooped a bunch of random shit and labeled "misc." Which are usually the ones with the immediately important stuff.

It might not have been apparent, but that's a fireplace with hearth in the kitchen. We're not allowed to use it at one, but still, pretty neat. :)

I could tell! Very cool old-house feature.

Yep, that's pretty much it. Realistically, about 75% of my time was spent packing books, 15-20% of my time was spent packing dishes, and the remaining 5% was "throwing everything else in boxes".

And yeah, the 'wall' in the kitchen is actually an old fireplace, you just can't tell because it's got boxes and boxes piled in front of it :)

Looks awesome! I'm really happy for you guys.

Housewarming? :D

Housewarming will be scheduled after we are no longer surrounded by boxes. :)

I plan on having a housewarming in early October. We may be unpacked before then, and of course people can come by, I just figured that if we shot for a housewarming around Labor Day, our guests would get spontaneous entertainment in the form of listening to us blame each other for being unable to find the serving pieces for dinner.

You were supposed to keep track of the dishes from that cabinet, what do you mean, that box is now in the basement? How did you think I would serve a cheese plate without the cheese plane and wire slicer? What do you mean, it didn't seem useful?

Et cetera, et cetera. Some of our friends would be entirely embarrassed and wish to disappear into the woodwork. Others would interrupt us only to find out where we kept the popcorn and might cheer, "Jer-RY! Jer-RY!" Either way, I think I'd rather have a more civilised gathering.

<3, j.

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