Its a sure sign that peace and tranquility are just around the corner when UMass deploys its armada of TARDIS-like relief stations around the campus, positioning them in parking lots, trees, elevators (just kidding - but how funny would that be?) and on sidewalks. All in preparation for the GWEP (graduation weekend explosion of people), which is deserving of its name, as the school crams its graduate student graduation and its (massive) undergraduate graduation ceremonies all in under 36 hours. Not to mention the hordes of undergrads who are not yet ready to leave UMass, and are packing up and moving out for the summer. There is hope, though; Monday, May 25th (Memorial Day, incidentally) should be beautifully quiet and serene.
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For (those who don’t know) & (those who care) … maybe an empty set? the royal “we” have finally found an apartment, after (no joke) months of searching. In fact, “months” doesn’t even cover it. I moved to Myles’ palace July of 2006, nearly 3 years ago. My oth.sig() (read: Amy) moved in almost two years ago to the day. Needless to say, we’ve become more than familiar with the place. And, considering our wedding is approaching, we thought we might want a more private space, especially one where I don’t have to wait in line to use the kitchen …
We started our apartment hunt way back in the fall of 2007 (not 2008!), when we were looking to share an apartment or house with another couple we knew. After more than a month of looking, we realized that, for the price, we couldn’t get better than where we correctly lived: relatively cheap, utilities included, close to UMass and Amy’s work, mostly clean, quiet, and, and the time, basically empty. One of the biggest reasons we stayed at Pine St. for so long was the simple fact that we hardly ever shared the house with anyone. When we did, it was mostly with a very quiet physicist post-doc who was hardly there. It was ideal.
Then the house filled up. And without getting in to gruesome details, it became an environment that I no longer cared to live in, especially at my ripe old age of 25 … After nearly 8 years of having a roommate (or two, or five, counting my years at Norwich), I was ready to have my own space again, and I’m sure Amy was too. I was sick of cleaning up after other people, sick of the noise, and sick of sharing a refrigerator!
So, we began our own apartment hunt. We tried for a little while last fall, and then gave up. We tried last January, and gave up. And then again in February, March, and April. Finally, after months (years?) of looking, we found an apartment that fit (or so we hope …) It has a reasonable rent with utilities included (even central AC!). It has good parking, plenty of windows, sits on a well-maintained site, it is private, quiet, and has a bathroom that is larger than two square feet. There is plenty of storage, and even some built in cabinets and bookshelves. The lady in charge is nice, professional, and local. It is only a couple of miles from UMass and Amy’s work, and offers easy access to the grocery stores, the malls, etc. Hopefully it works out; we’ll see.
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