The Apartment (Mid July)

I arrived in Boston around 10pm and my roommate Joe helped me bring everything in. I met Joe through a mutual friend Alex. Alex was a good friend of mine on the waterski team for 3 years and also in Joe's fraternity. After hauling everything up we decided to wander our neighborhood to look for a good place to grab a beer. The south end in Boston is recently a historically gay neighborhood so you can imagine that finding the only bar open at midnight on a Sunday night might be "interesting". We stepped into "Stella" to grab a beer and just walking up something felt different. It didn't take long to figure out that we were out of place. The bar was glossy white, the glasses tall and thin and everything else was ultra...well, "stylish." I think in the end, it was better we showed up together. It gave people the wrong idea but prevented the more awkward alternative of being hit on. One beer, then jetted out of there for a good nights sleep.

The state of things....

In the morning I came to the conclusion that the apartment was an absolute shit hole. Not like I remembered from the visit. I would have opted for nicer language but there is no way around it. The building is 150 years old, and it has lots of character but that is no excuse for the condition it was left in by the previous tenants. All landlord legal obligations to provide safe and sanitary living coditions aside, I decided to suck it up and spend three days making the place livable (I've been letting the toilet run here and there to passively get back at him since hey pays for water). You can see the dust in the corner in the picture. That was pretty much the same story for the whole floor of the room. Kitchen: disgusting, living room: disgusting, bathroom...you get the idea. Joe and I busted it and now the place looks pretty nice. It's a phenomenal location, good price and now that we put some sweat labor into it, quite comfortable. It's a 5 minutes (leisurely) walk to class (door to seat) and the view has lots of space and green for being in the city.

Unpacking two days after I moved in. Post: vacuuming, mopping, hand-scrubbing.

My command center...runs in the family I guess

Words can not describe...

View out our window overlooking the "square." Side note, this park is always locked which is a real shame. The only time I've been able to go in it was during the tree lighting ceremony for the neighborhood.