The Big Six Oh

Hoboken Marina

It was on my way to work this morning that it hit me. Next Tuesday will mark the two month annivesary of our move out of Boston. It’s hard to believe that it’s already been this long. It feels like just yesterday we were making moving arrangements, saying goodbye to our friends, packing up our effects and heading out to the great unknown (aka New York City, or Hoboken for those that are keeping score).

I remember our first week in the new apartment where we were scurrying around trying to get everything unpacked and squared away so that we could enjoy some time in our place before heading off to Manchester TN for Bonnaroo 2005.

Coming back from this trip, I remember looking at the New York Skyline as we returned home, not feeling very comforted by the fact that this was our home — but it didn’t feel that way. I think I’m starting to get a grip on the fact that Hoboken is my home. Our little apartment on 11th street is where I live now — not Boston, Somerville, Huntington Ave.

Every day it’s been a new adventure: Trying new restaurants, exploring areas of New York City, trying to learn the transportation system, etc. But, also, it’s been an adventure for Miss Possible and myself living together.

I know I’ve said this before, but moving down here was really the best thing we could’ve done for ourselves. Once again we have friends that live in the area that we can do things with, we don’t work together, there’s new places to explore, and it’s a lot of fun.

In any event, I just wanted to sit back and make note of our 60-day anniversary that comes up this Tuesday and comfortably say those magical words: “There’s no place like home.”

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