I spent the last three days traveling to Boston with an old friend and his girlfriend, scouting for apartments. They’ll both be PhD candidates in the fall–one at B.U. and the other at MIT. My old friend called me about a month ago to catch up, and we decided it may be neat for me to move in with them.
I didn’t get into the MFA programs I applied to last winter, and the prospect of a gap year living with my parents at home as I applied to other programs didn’t seem pleasant. My friend agreed. Boston would have plenty of people, schools, and opportunities to explore. I’d be out of the house, living in the world.
The plan was to find a two-bedroom in Cambridge area for a reasonable price. Turns out, it wasn’t that simple.