I left New York on this past Wednesday, an adventure I’ll not soon forget as I keep having nightmares of rogue Realtors and landlords who keep changing their story. When I moved into Manhattan I was expecting a lot of scary things, things like cockroaches, rats and the occasional Statue of Liberty impersonator. Moving back to Boston I was expecting fresh, crisp air and friendly people interested in the common good. And lots of cream pie.

Instead of roses, sunshine and blessings, I was quickly brought back to the realities of Boston a month before the move when I had the fortune of explaining how long it should take to sign a lease and return a phone call to a rental agent. Unfortunately this also brought out the realities of my chemical imbalance, an imbalance that generally only manifests itself during extreme stress and shows itself as a roaring growl and the occasional and sometimes frequent profanity.

Subsequent to that conversation, SML and I began the long process of finding a new place to live followed by five Realtors and I can’t count the number of bus trips. Things quickly got worse as the rental market dried up, got good again for a moment and then suddenly got even worse after we lost a bidding war until finally, finally, we found a place worthy of two cats and an important green chair.

A lightning storm and a rather large tornado greeted us on our move back into Massachusetts, an omen that we should probably heed and likely won’t. We’ve shed blood, angry words and letters and threw money at our problems; and if we’ve come this far, I don’t see why a little wind and rain, or even a tornado should stop us now.

I took the above picture from the Highline Park in Chelsea just before we left New York. It was a seemingly perfect day, besides a light drizzle, and it reminds me of just how much I’ll miss that city; if not for the people, but for the view.

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