I’ve been living in my apartment for about two weeks, and I’m really starting to love it. I still have a long list of things I need to buy and do, but it’s livable for now and I needed a break from hunting for furniture.
I got the kitchen cart from a sweet old Russian man on Craigslist, and the table and chairs are from Ikea.
The bed and nightstand are from Ikea and the dresser is another Craigslist find. It’s on the small side, but it fits perfectly between the two (non-connecting) closets.
Clearly I still need to hang those paintings and get a couch. There’s no overhead lighting in this (giant) room, so I’m glad I somehow managed to fit the lamp in my car.
I knew that it was going to be warm in a fourth floor apartment (even with my thermostat all the way down – my radiators haven’t ever been on), but after sweating through a few nights I was getting frustrated. I originally had that white Ikea shelf on the opposite wall, but found that the floor in that corner of the room was getting really hot, so I moved it temporarily to get access to a panel that my dad and I lifted to reveal:
Completely uninsulated HOT water pipes. With a loosely fitting panel on top that was leaking hot air between the cracks. I know you’re going to say I should have gone to the landlord or superintendent, but I wanted something done quickly (don’t worry, everything we did was completely removable).
We did the same thing on the other side of the wall in the bathroom. We stuffed the insulation into the bottom of the radiator and covered it with a piece of wood. Like I said, there’s still some heat seeping through, but it’s noticeably cooler (although I’m still cracking windows open in 25 degree weather).
The summer will also be very interesting, temperature-wise, but I’ll deal with that when we get to it.
I knew when I moved back to Massachusetts that I didn’t want to compete with students who were starting school and looking for apartments. Everything moves so quickly around Labor Day weekend that I knew I wouldn’t have a chance, even if I had people looking at places for me. Plus, I had sold all of my furniture in order to move across the country, and by trying to maximize my time in Eugene and sightseeing along the drive, I arrived in Boston about 36 hours before I had to start working (I keep promising a post about my job…).
So I lived with my parents in Watertown for about two and a half months. It definitely made the transition a lot easier, and I could take my time looking for an apartment I really loved instead of settling because I needed a place to live.
Surprisingly, I was sold on only the second place I looked at. Part of the draw was that there was a lot of time before I could move in so I could prepare. It’s in Arlington, around the corner from Maria and Galo, in a great neighborhood that I know quite well (it’s close to where my grandmother lived), and the whole place is nice and clean (with a new kitchen).
I’m standing in the kitchen looking at the front (white) door. The brown door is a closet.
(Those are light fixtures that need to be hung.) There’s a dishwasher! Although I wish it was some more cabinet space instead (the upper cabinets are all really tall and hard to reach). Another con: electric stove… come on! The faucet is sweet though – it’s dual spray/normal, and it detaches from the post.
I need more cabinet/storage space!
Huge! Kind of a strange layout though.
I hope to post more as I settle in and things change. I did the big move on November 15, which was a day that I mainly spent building Ikea furniture with my parents. It looks a lot different already!
What an amazing wedding weekend! I was so happy to be able to celebrate with one of my very best friends. All the times we had talked about the wedding, I never knew where I’d be living when the time finally came, or where I’d be flying from… never would have guessed that I wouldn’t have to travel AT ALL. So exciting.
(Great dresses, especially the color – lapis.)
So beautiful! I loved the colors. We had the warmest, sunniest November day you could ask for, sandwiched between two gray days of cold and rain.
The reception at Oakley was filled with amazing singing, dancing, food, and friends. I had such a good time. I really didn’t take many pictures – that’s what the professionals are for, right?
Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Lopez (yup, still weird)! They’re off celebrating their honeymoon this week, and when they return, I will be living around the corner from them!
I’m loving being in Boston for the fall, even though it’s already as cold as it gets in Eugene in the winter. I had to open one of the giant boxes I shipped to Massachusetts to get at some sweaters this morning.
What have I been up to lately? Settling into work (it gets better every day!), buying furniture from Craigslist and Ikea, and trying to fit in some fun excursions.
I made a second attempt at tarte flambée, and it was much better this time around!
I was glad I could refer back to the blog to see that my notes were to make a thinner crust (I divided the dough into three parts instead of the usual two), use more sauce, and use normal bacon. It was great, but I would still like my dough to be thinner.
It wasn’t a huge place and a lot of the trees had been picked over. There were no apple-grabber-pole-things to reach the apples in the top branches. Our bag ripped and apples went tumbling down the hill to a collective “awww” from everyone around us. They ran out of cider donuts before we could get any. The winery was packed so it was hard to enjoy the experience of tasting. But the apples were tasty, it was a gorgeous day, and it was nice to get out of town. Oh and we stopped at a candy shop on the way back that had the best Halloween decorations ever.
These geese were almost involved in a collision with some of the boats. It was exciting to be at the turn right before the Eliot bridge where boats were lining up to go under the correct arch (and avoid each other, and the geese).
Last weekend I went to Ashburnham with my parents to hike Mt. Watatic (1800 ft). We’ve been having such nice fall weather over here (sorry Oregon!) and I was really excited to get out of the city for a bit.
We got considerably lost on the way down, but some nice people helped us out. Basically we just added another 45-minute up-and-down to the hike. We were hurrying a little at the end because we had another stop planned for the way home:
We were there for the cheese, not the sawmill service.
We had read that visitors were free to wander around, say hi to the goats (and really fuzzy sheepdog – goatdog?), and buy cheese at the self-serve store.
We got a delicious orange/cranberry cheese and some oatcakes for a snack, and took a log of garlic and herb cheese home. It was really good, but nothing beats Ferns Edge in my mind.
Ahaha, that last one kills me!
Answer: “I do.”
BRYAN AND KARA GOT MARRIED!!!
It was AMAZING to be able to attend their wedding. It took some effort to get there, thanks to some stormy weather in Chicago, but it was worth it. I also had to take two days off of work during only my second week there (more on the job once I take some pictures); again, worth it. I flew into Wausau/CWA/Mosinee and rented a car to get to St. Germain (I picked up a cone of Culver’s frozen custard along the way). I met up with the bridal party, who were getting their nails done, and followed them to the cabins, aka Bryan’s home. I helped Bryan and Sarah get some of the favors ready, then we had the bachelor/bachelorette grill party. It was great to be able to finally meet so many friends and family of Kara and Bryan!
I can’t believe I didn’t take any pictures of the gorgeous lake where we were staying. I guess I was just relying on being able to steal pictures from other people, but believe me, it was a nice lake.
On Friday we mostly just hung out – it was cool and rainy so it was really nice to just sit and read for a little while. We had the most amazing brunch at the Wolf Pack (pumpkin pancakes!). That evening was the rehearsal and rehearsal dinner at the Supper Club, where Old Fashioneds were enjoyed with prime rib. Then JZ and the Bradys showed up! Doctors Convention 1.0.
September 21 (wedding day) was one of the best days ever. It started very early in the pitch dark with this conversation in the doctors’ room:
<alarm goes off>
JZ: It’s 6 am!
Sarah: No, it’s 6:15.
JZ: Then why isn’t Chantal awake yet?
Chantal: Because the SCHEDULE said wake up was at 6:30!
The three of us had offered to make breakfast because the bridesmaids had early hair appointments. It was just like old times – JZ drinking a beer at 7 am, all of us dying laughing, naming JZ “Large Knife”, and somehow managing to cook breakfast.
The wedding was really nice – Sarah and I did readings (responsorial. psalm.) involving woodland creatures and love and God. The priest was funny and down-to-earth and the whole thing was just beautiful.
(Hard to see, but yes, that is a middle finger.)
The reception was so. much. fun. There was so much Spotted Cow, delicious eats, beautiful decorations, amazing people, and TONS of dancing. JZ performed her famous spin move, and at one point I had to walk away because I was crying from laughing so hard. We stayed until the bitter end.
And then it was already time to go. So sad. I drove Calen to the airport and we stopped at Culver’s to get some cheese curds. At Wausau the Packers game was on, so we watched that and admired the cheeseheads in the gift shop while waiting for our planes.
This was such a great trip. It was fantastic to see so many wonderful people. Thank you so much to the Nells for hosting all of us hooligans. And CONGRATULATIONS to Kara and Bryan!!
We last left our intrepid travelers in the suburbs of Chicago, where they were early-morning ninjas sneaking out of Cathi and Alex’s apartment. It was a very long day of driving with no pictures, although I should have taken one at the very random but friendly restaurant outside of Delta, OH where we had lunch (Winchesters Restaurant and Saloon). I had run out of map by this point (I only had a western US map and meant to pick up an eastern one but never did), so I was relying on Laura’s phone and navigational skills to get us to Buffalo, NY. I spent a lot of time asking “how much Indiana is left?” and “when do we get to the NY border?”
In Buffalo we checked into a swanky (for us) Residence Inn (thank you Mr. Smith!) and had dinner at MacGregor’s Grill and Tap Room where there was a Sox/Yankees game on TV. We were back in the northeast. We each got a beer sampler mainly because there were so many beers on tap that we couldn’t choose just one, but neither of us could finish them – we were wiped from the drive.
Day 12: 584 miles (3704 total)
Niagra Falls! We stayed on the US side because we didn’t have a lot of time. Everyone says the Canadian side is better, but we got to see a lot!
There were a few drops of rain, but nothing like the rest of the day…
Horseshoe Falls was so misty/rainy that we couldn’t see much and just quickly walked through it before continuing on.
We got back in the car and drove across all of NY. We stopped at Wegman’s for lunch, where Laura stocked up on local goodies and I grabbed some cheap and delicious peaches from her hometown. And then we drove some more. It was pouring rain all day long (maybe we were moving in the same direction as the front?), which made for pretty awful driving.
Many episodes of RadioLab and This American Life later, we crossed into Massachusetts. We knew it was going to be a late night, so we decided to take Route 2 instead of 90 because it’s cheaper, more scenic, and we would be more likely to find somewhere good to eat. We ended up stopping in Williamstown and got sandwiches at Pappa Charlie’s, which freaked me out because I had been there TEN YEARS AGO when I was visiting colleges in the fall of 2003. Insane. Since the last time I had been there with someone who ordered a Dr. Strangepork, I had graduated both high school and college, received a Ph.D., got a job, and moved across the country twice.
We got some ice cream to sustain us for the last leg of the journey – three hours in the dark, in the rain, on windy rural roads, finally back to Somerville. After I dropped Laura off, I (of course) got somewhat lost and ended up in Harvard Square at 10pm on a Saturday night. My dad stayed up to meet me and helped me unload when I got back to Watertown.
Day 13: 506 miles (4210 total)
What a crazy journey. Thank you Laura for joining me the last few days!