Daily Archives: June 5, 2015

My last day in Cambridge, at least for now


Sunday, 24-May-2015


My last day in Cambridge started as I love them to start – not with an alarm, but with the birds chirping in the vines outside the back porch. I’d slept in the living room, since all of my stuff (including the bed) had been moved out the previous day, and my head was right next to the screen door leading onto the porch.

A drive to the uHaul, followed by a trip to Dunkin Donuts, saw me awake and starting the final process of stuffing tons of stuff into trash bags, and moving the already-stuffed trash bags into the yard.

It was a bit of a depressing job, to be honest. I tossed tons of condiments and other foods that I didn’t want, need, or have room to carry with me. Perfectly good quail eggs, ketchup, jam, and tons of other minor things that I truly wish that I had room for went into the trash. But that’s part of moving far – you can’t legitimately ship eggs, so… away they go.


My roommate and our landlord showed up as well – and the official walkthrough of the house went extremely well – he was only looking for major structural damage, and actually told my roommate and I to stop c

leaning up, that it wasn’t necessary since they’d be doing renovations. And renovations make a bigger mess than we could even imagine making, so it really didn’t matter.


So instead, we just chatted. Talked about the history of the house, our plans for the next few years, and where we were all going after this. It was nice; you could tell that spring was really seeping into everyone’s bones, after the truly horrid winter that we’d all just survived.

With the walkthrough done, the landlord headed out, and the rest of us (Lizzie, her boyfriend Chris, and myself) headed into Davis Square for a good breakfast. Chirag met us at the Foundry, and we all pigged out on the amazing Brunch Buffet that’s become a semi-traditional Sunday adventure for me.


We ate, we made merry, and we all did our best to ignore the fact that we’d be going separate ways in a few hours.

Then Lizzie and Chris headed out, and Chirag and I went back to the house to clear out the last of the bits laying around.

Then Chirag headed out, and I went to the car, and drove off into the future.

Moving out of Harvey Street, Cambridge, and Massachusetts


Saturday, 23-May-2015


Saturday, the 23rd of May, in the year 2015.

A day that will live in infamy… at least in the minds of Chirag, Daniel, and Erin (wow… we just need someone with an “A” name, and we’d be running the Alphabet…).

Why? Because I made them help me move a half-packed house. And not even a half-packed house that’s all going to the same location… it was split between my folks place, and goodwill. So… that made it kind of a challenge.


To make up for that, I bought donuts and made ribs to eat. I think it made it a little better, though you’d have to ask them how well it actually worked.

The difficulty was that, since I was on such a tight timeline (Ed Note: and see the adventures of prepping the Mustang), I hadn’t really finished packing the kitchen yet. My bedroom was mostly packed, my books were completely packed, but there was still small bits and bobs left to go.


Thankfully, everyone stepped up, and we worked in stages to finish everything out.

I got the Mustang mostly packed before anyone got there, so that was an entire set of gear that didn’t even need to be touched; and I got to pack it up just right, my own way, so I’d know where every piece was while I was driving.

Next went the furniture and heavy boxes, a challenge that Daniel and Erin crushed with concerning ease… Erin packed, and Daniel weightlifted the boxes. Literally, in some cases… doing complete deadlift and clean-and-jerk motions to the poor unsuspecting stereo system.

So things went into the uHaul, and out of the house. Within three or four hours of everyone arriving, basically the entire house was stuffed into a van. We made a final stop at Goodwill, where the three pack-a-teers went their separate ways, and I headed out to Medway to unpack and have a final going away dinner with my Mom and Stepdad.

No, I am not going to blog about the private going away dinner I had with my family. It was lovely. That’s all that the internet needs to know.

Unpacking was actually quite pleasant as well – it wasn’t easy, but it went cleaner than I expected it to. We moved everything into the garage, separating it into “things Ben wants to keep” and “Things that get yard-saled”.

So it got done, and I found myself driving an empty uHaul back into Cambridge; nearly nothing left to do before I started driving a slightly smaller vehicle a significantly farther distance…