Moving Day
Luckily, I did not have to move, but the apartment has gone through a change. Jenn has left us and Shelly has moved in. Shelly is from Hawaii and she's a nice girl who works in the mental health profession. I remember when I moved in, in the end of December in the twelve inch remnants from the previous night's snow storm... And I couldn't decide if moving when everyone else is moving is worse, or moving in a foot of snow is worse. Either way, what's done is done.
We are glad to have Shelly as the latest addition to the 729 household.
I got to spend a good amount of time with Frank and Marcos last night after the gym (where I did my forty minutes of cardio). They drove from Chicago, arrived late on Wednesday. Frank is one of the few people in my life for whom I'd jump in front of a bus. He and I met during our freshman year at Syracuse, and have been close ever since. It's always a good feeling when a puzzle piece you've been missing suddenly appears at your doorstep. We hung out at the apartment and then ate some delicious Mexican food at a lovely eatery called Tacos Lupita. Later, we got some beer and couched for a while before they headed back to their hotel. Clearly not a long enough visit, however, completely worth while. I am hoping that as they complete their Eastern Seaboard Tour, they will find their way back to Boston at least for another day or two.
posted by curlyhairedmegan @ 7:35 AM
0 Comments:
Post a Comment
Subscribe to Post Comments [Atom]
<< Home