i don’t know, i don’t know…

So I am no longer a resident of Boston, Massachusetts.  My usual packing method for any trip or vacation is to wait until the very last minute.  This would be no different.  Movers were supposed to arrive at 9am (but they came at 8), so I decided that midnight would be a good time to actually start packing boxes… after goodbye drinks with some friends of course.  As a result, I pulled the very last all-nighter in that apartment which was a very appropriate way to spend it all things considered.  Miraculously the movers were able to fit everything out of the door.

After grabbing a bite to eat at the delicious B.Good, I took a two our nap on the floor of the apartment using the sole couch pillow I forgot to pack.  It then took a few hours to get everything that remained into my car and to clean up the joint a bit.  The strangest thing had to be the echoes of an empty apartment.  I eventually arrived at my parents’ house in New Jersey close to midnight.  What a day.

My apartment wasn’t the only place I would bid adieu to this week.  Spending Labor Day down at my parents’ beach house is the usual plan at the end of every summer, and this year was no different.  The beach house is currently up for sale, and if all goes according to plan this is likely the last weekend I’ll be enjoying here, and we’ll have a new place next year.  I wouldn’t say that I am super attached to the house since we’ve only had it for about six years now… but it’s definitely been a great summer getaway all those years.  Growing up, my regular house was never the place my friends and I would convene, but the beach house was definitely a change to that as I would frequently have people over for weekends at a time.

Anyways, this weekend was spent getting the shit beaten out of me by the waves, scavenging for food since my parents decided to make some meals that, to put nicely, don’t agree with my palate, getting a bracelet made for me by my twelve year old cousin (I got to pick the colors, which became one of those very important unimportant decisions that take me a half hour to make), go bike riding for the first time since I don’t even know when with my other cousin, and finish a book that I started months ago.  Very nice overall.

So tomorrow morning, after growing up in various boroughs, going to high school in Manhattan, and living there for a summer while interning, I will become a bona fide New Yorker when I pick up my keys from the building management without any sort of end of internship, beginning of a semester, or graduation dictating when it is time to leave and move on.

Lastly, while summer is known for typically more upbeat music, if I had to choose my Debbie Downer tune of the season this year it would have to be “The Stakes Were Raised” by Slow Runner.  I fell in love with the album and song a few months ago, but this one song in particular has been growing on me more and more as it becomes permanent favorite.