At least I think I am – although considering that this is my first day not making a trip to Hoboken it’s almost hard to believe that I now live in a new town. Fortunately Hoboken will always be there… well, maybe not forever, but at least as long as I need it to be. And that will be awhile, because it truly was my second home. I lived in the same house my entire life growing up. When it came time for college, I split my time between PA and Hoboken. And since them, it’s been just ‘Boken. So at the ripe age of 27 (rapidly going on 28, gulp!), I am moving into only my third town. But even more than just being the only other place I’ve ever lived in, the Mile Square City was also the center of my most formative years – my traversal from being a boy to… a man… of sorts.
Beyond the city itseld, however, the truly difficult process has been letting go of my apartment. Only my second residence after college, I never expected to find myself still there 4 years later. The longest running tenent of the complex, I know all of the sordid secrets and all of the ridiculous benefits of our little haven. And now, they are no longer mine. There was a sliver of hope that Brian would take over a new lease and keep it amongst friends. But he’s smarter than that, and is most certainly enjoying the beginning of his brief stay in Bridgewater. Nevertheless, that apartment took me from my early twenties to my late twenties, and had its hands in everything in between. But that’s for another day, let’s talk about the hells of moving instead…
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