30 days notice

Sometimes you just have to close your eyes and jump.

For much of the past year I have been contemplating moving out of my apartment. When I first unpacked the Subaru last January I expected staying six months – maybe a year. At the time, I just needed a place to lay my head at night and a driveway to park my car. And since I had already donated much of my furniture I didn’t require a lot of space. But the apartment never really became my home. Eighteen months later I still have boxes I’ve never opened gathering dust in the garage and have never thrown a dinner party. And like everything else in life, my needs changed over time.

Now, I want more than a place to rest my bones. I want a dining room to host Thanksgiving, a kitchen I can pretend to cook in, and a new neighborhood for boy watching. I guess what I’m saying is, I’m ready to unpack and stay awhile. And after years of dreaming about it, Emily and I are finally moving in together. I remember us sitting on a rock overlooking the Merrimack River one summer and talking about moving west after college. We were 14 at the time. Nearly 15 years later we are finally both here and ready to sign a lease, register with the DMV, and buy flatware.

Though we have been ready to move for months, we have never found a good time to actually do it. At first we scrolled through ads on craigslist.org for two bedroom apartments, emailing potential posts back and forth. But we never acted on any of them. Then we began actually contacting the landlords and visiting places. Finally, we visited an apartment so gorgeous we began mentally unpacking our rooms. Then we learned the price – $5,000 a month – and that broke our spirits.

But the search is back on. The truth is there will never be a convenient time to move. The economy might continue to decline and we may never find the perfect apartment. But it got to the point where I needed to impose a deadline there was no backing out of. So I gave notice this week. I am out August 1. And while we have no apartment lined up, no appointments on the calendar, and only a vague sense of what we’re looking for – I am not concerned. We’ll get there. We have to. And this time it won’t take 15 years to do it.

2 thoughts on “30 days notice

  1. Good luck with the apartment search! It’s official- I got into Northeastern… I’ll be heading back to Boston this fall. Very excited… but I have the apt search in full effect, too – along with where the hell will I work p/t and how the hell am I going to pay for all of this! LOL.

  2. I’m excited for you Kat! Educational debt is not the same kind of debt as buying a car/house. At least the bank can never take your degree away from you!

    I wish you the best at Northeastern. I think it will be a great place for you. And I have experience apartment searching in Beantown. Let me know if you need any help!

    PS. I forgot to mention that Emily saw an apartment Sunday with a realtor. As she was looking out the kitchen window she looked directly into the apartment across the way where a dude was cooking his breakfast – in the buff. The frying pan was strategically placed… either he really wanted to attract neighbors or really wanted the building to himself.

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