Anyone living in Boston or the immediate surrounding area knows the hell that is the transition from August to September. Our scholarly legacy is also our curse. The academic year ropes the massive student population into a cycle of leases that begin on September first for the foreseeable future, unless they manage to get lucky and find a nice, affordable apartment with a non-scumbag landlord and good roommates. That trifecta is near unattainable.
This year I was finally able to achieve that holy grail of post-graduate living and bask in the glow of staying put. It was nice to step back and observe the chaos.
