The renovations to the apartment I used to live in started in the spring, but my move started in July and really hasn't fully stopped yet (i.e. I still haven't fully settled in yet).
I've said before that my apartment never really felt like home, but it still felt like something that was mine. It was easy and yet hard to give it up.
At least I completed the move on my own, without anyone hovering over me and pressuring me to throw things away before I was ready to. I made hard decisions on my own and carried out everything with my own hands (with help from my girlfriend's jeep). I'm proud of that at least.
The reality of living in Boston was already feeling heavier in recent years. This summer is when it all came to a head.
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