Blaaaaaaaaaaarrrrgrggrgrggggghhgrrgggrllle.
That’s what I have to say about that. Moving sucks. But when you’re finished, it’s a great feeling!
My better half and I have now officially and irrevocably (we bought our first property!) relocated our digs from one side of the city to the other - from East Boston to the South End. Quick rundown:
East Boston: full of trash, lots of three-story walkups packed with central american families, bodegas, grid-like streets, the airport within dead cat-swinging distance from your window, lots of bars with the words “El” and “Los” and “Muerte de Gringos” in the names. Cheap rents, fairly low crime except for that one dude who lit a cat on fire and tried to throw it through a window. On our street. Two blocks from our house. They did catch him and stick him in the booty house, though.
South End: cleaner, tons of restaurants and bars catering to all ethnic groups, airport a comfortable distance away, streets a puzzling maze of one-ways, curving boolean loops and moebius-like switchbacks.
Moving day was, of course, a nightmare of last-minute scrambling, since S. and I have been in a competition since we met to see who can procrastinate more, and in more areas, without actually fucking things into a cocked hat. (Thanks Sean Connery!)
We made sure to get the moving permits, posted them 48 hours before the move, and sure enough, people parked in the areas clearly marked TOW ZONE. After unsuccessfully trying to find where the drivers lived, we had them towed. Screw ‘em if they can’t read English. The movers were great - punctual, hard-working, friendly and cool guys - (promotional plug alert!) from Goody’s Moving Service, who I would use again in a heartbeat if, of course, someone twisted both my arms off to force me to move again, ever in my life.
No pianos, no awkward balcony maneuvers, no hippo cages, they zipped everything into their truck, hauled it across the city and dumped it in our new place. Thanks guys!
Of course, I left a bunch of stuff behind, and last night had to go back to my old place and clean a bird’s nest from in between the air conditioner and the window, but that’s just the kind of nice guy I am.
Bottom line - moving sucks, but at least it ends at some point! Oh, and hey Boston - just in case you were wondering - you can still get Jubilee Status. People are still getting it from this guy.
Slainte!
3 responses so far ↓
1 Sarah // Sep 11, 2008 at 1:39 pm
I’m gonna go ahead and call bullshit–you had movers!? Moving is indeed one of the skull-fuckingly awful experiences in the world, movers or no movers, but things are vastly, vaaaaastly better when you’ve got people you’ve paid to do the job instead of three of your friends who are glaring daggers into you all day while you jovially point out how much beer and pizza you’re going to buy them
As if beer and pizza could ease the pain of hauling 2 bins of someone’s extremely heavy books up 3 flights of stairs.
Not that I have hundreds and hundreds of books or anything that my friends have had to carry more than once. (*coughs*)
Congrats on the new place though!
2 Magglio // Sep 11, 2008 at 4:34 pm
congrats on the move
and Sarah….you win best comment of the day. brilliant.
3 Dan Brantley // Sep 12, 2008 at 11:07 am
My wife is a scrapbook maker, she chronicles all of the boys’ achievements, big, small, it doesn’t matter, and makes a scrapbook a year for them.
The last time we moved my younger son, after moving the 8 or 9th Rubbermaid 18 gallon tub with his name on it complained, “I haven’t been alive this long.”
I won’t get started on all the stuff we have moved more than once, and never opened or used, or the crock-pot that had 18 year old newspapers wrapping it the last time we got it out…
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