measi's Diaryland Diary ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Pre-move melancholy I'm actually okay, but I just keep having waves of memories-- things I never did, things I shouldn't have done... You'd think I was moving to Australia, not 20 minutes or so south of the city. It's nerves more than anything. I'm excited about the move, but at the same time it's a change into the unknown-- a full lifestyle move. I'm not only moving to a new apartment, but I'm moving in with my boyfriend AND I'm exchanging city life for suburban/near-country life. That makes me a bit nervous. As much as I bitch about it, I'll miss my little cubby hole on the edge of Back Bay and the South End. The idea that as of Sunday, I won't turn the corner onto St. Botolph and see that long stretch of tree-lined street leading to the (newer) Hancock Tower in the distance, is an odd one. Part of this is to start detaching myself. Getting ready for the change, getting things done before I move out. Shouldas, wouldas, couldas... I hate them. For cripes sake, I'm going to be a whopping 20 minute ride by commuter train. *sigh* 4:33 p.m. - 28 August 2002 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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