Moving Out

My summer sublease was up September 1, and with just two weeks to spare, I found a great studio apartment. It's on the fourth floor, so there won't be noisy college kids pounding on the ceiling above me. It's on a quiet, pretty street, just a mile's walk from work. But first, the move. Thankfully for the sake of moving, I don't have much in the way of furniture.

I took Billy on the train to Cynthia's house. She offered to watch him overnight, since I was going to move out on the 31st and spend the night at a friend's house.
Cynthia and Chris have a cat, too. At first, Billy and Catalina were just curious about each other.
Billy, still under a year old, was more curious than Catalina. She just wanted to be left alone, but feisty Billy wouldn't give up. He roused her as much as he could in those 24 hours. He even slept in HER bed! What a rascal.
September 1 is a very popular moving day, since all of the college kids are coming back. There are 60 colleges in the greater Boston area. At the grocery store Tuesday night, I saw many moms with their students, getting them stocked up.
The move was pretty painless. My new work friend and I loaded my stuff into his friend's van Sunday night, then we met Cynthia (with Billy) and another new work friend at the new place on Monday. It was the work of a couple of hours, and then the unpacking began. Billy was a champ, and has adjusted wonderfully.

Breakfast on the front porch of Halip's house. What a guy. I slept in the spare room and we had bagels in the morning.

Halip lives in Wellesley, which we toured a little bit before I could pick up the keys to the new apartment.

That's not a real bike.

The green line train was right behind us - on the same road!