My internal monologue in response went something like this:
Excitable Part of Brain: "Challenge accepted."
Rational Part of Brain: "You sure about this, big fella?"
Excitable Part of Brain: "Shut up, and start packing."
And so we were off.
One 2-minute phone call from this guy (Don Rosenfield, LGO Director). Life changed forever. |
Our moving priorities stacked up something like this: 1.) Find a place, 2.) Find Karen a job, 3.) Everything else. Honestly, it all went much more smoothly than I think we could have ever hoped. During the LGO Open House, which is an extremely helpful weekend for admitted students, we had tons of opportunities to explore the Boston/Cambridge real estate market and network for jobs for significant others (SOs in MIT parlance).
Because of our dog, Gus, we ended up breaking down, venturing into the 8th circle of hell (where the Boston rental agents live), and hiring help to track down a place. When you move to Boston with a dog, you'll find that if at any given time there are 15,000 available places that you like, approximately 4 of them will allow you to have a pet. Of those, 2 will allow that pet to be in excess of 6lbs. A basic rule of thumb I'd suggest is that if you've ever accidentally sucked your dog up into your vacuum cleaner, you won't have a problem securing housing. Otherwise, give in, pay the egregious fees the agents charge, and let them do the legwork to find you an apartment.
"Uhhhh... Yeah, sure, he's small... ish." |
A few parting thoughts on moving:
- Don't ever (ever) rely on Budget Truck Rental. For anything. Ever. The morning I was scheduled to leave Pittsburgh, I get a call from Budget at 8:30AM that went something like this, "Duhhh... We don't have a truck here for you. Sorry. Here's a 1-800 number for somebody that can maybe help, but they don't open until 10AM." Thanks, Budget. That's not stressful at all. They made me call three different 1-800 numbers throughout the course of the morning, sent me to a truck depot 45 minutes out of my way (where it turns out there was no truck), and ultimately informed me that there existed not a single available vehicle within 150 miles. Maybe I could just *wish* my belongings to Boston? Anyway, one quick phone call to Penske had me sitting in a big, gassed-up truck within an hour. After this experience, I'll be a Penske customer for life. In fact, after LGO, I may pursue employment at Penske if for no other reason than to utilize my newly honed MIT Sloan MBA skills to help bury Budget Truck Rental.
- About a week before we left Pittsburgh for good, some of my closest friends took me on a bachelor party/golf trip to Phoenix, AZ. This was an amazing experience, afforded me one last hoorah with some of the best friends a guy could ask for, and sent me off to Boston with a nice warm/fuzzy. Thanks again, guys. See you all at the wedding this August!
My friend, Tom, and a ridiculously huge cactus. |
Cheers!
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