A Farewell to Boston

bostonGetting ready to move to a new country, particularly one that’s so far away, is exhausting. The to-do list is endless. Secure the visas, check. Find temporary housing, check. Hire the movers, check. Purge all of our old stuff, check. Buy a bunch of new stuff, check. A huge shout out to Ryan for handling more than his fair share of these burdens.

This morning was particularly chaotic with the arrival of the movers. Even though they did all of the work, packing up all of our belongings with painstaking care, we’re both still completely wiped out. I’m really going to miss our apartment on Marlborough Street and will always remember the time we spent there.

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Of course, the hardest part about moving anywhere isn’t dealing with the logistics or handling the million and one things that come up. It’s saying good bye to the people you care about. We’ve been saying our good byes to friends and family for the past couple of months and that, more than anything else, is what’s truly difficult about leaving.

We had a few friends over on Saturday for a farewell party in our very empty apartment. This doesn’t accurately represent the parade of good byes we’ve experienced over the past two weeks, but it’s the only one I managed to get some pics of.

IMG_2229 IMG_2228 IMG_2227IMG_2218 IMG_2217 IMG_2209Sitting here on our very last night in Boston, it’s these faces and the faces of everyone we love that fill our minds. How does that song go? “Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.” I certainly can’t image this being the end of anything, but I am excited for the beginning of this new adventure.

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