I returned to Boston with a couple of my friends, but they weren't allowed to move into their place until Sunday. "No problem!" I say.
I live on a third floor walkup.
And these friends are 2 girls.
And I also have all of my stuff from Ohio.
fuck. I mean, I may be a computer geek, but I don't have a stereotypical aversion to physical labor. I don't mind carrying stuff up and down stairs when I need to. But this is a -lot- of stuff.
We managed to pull it off in a little over an hour, the toughest things being a few arm/rocking chairs of mine and a few of their boxes that they packed a ton of stuff in, like a box with a computer, monitor, and stereo (!).
Yesterday, I helped them move it all into the place they are staying for the summer. This means taking all of their stuff back down 2 very narrow and steep flights of stairs and transporting it to their place.
They live on the third floor.
Did I mention I also got lost driving? MapQuest can blow me.
I also got a parking ticket. (It's my first one! I will scan it in when I get the chance; I want to frame it, but alas, I have to pay it.)
But, I have my apartment to myself again, which is both good and bad. Although they both still have keys, which can probably only be bad. Alas.
Anyway, enough about me. Back to life.