I think Aimee and I knew this even before it was made clear in our pre-cana board games, but we’re pretty quick decision-makers. As I stood outside the apartment we were looking at, taking a call about another apartment, Aimee had probably already made up her mind that she wanted to move in. As soon as I looked up the flight of stairs and saw the ceiling, the lamp, and the hardwood floor peeking over the top step, I had a good feeling. Anytime you ask “How many of these are our rooms?” it’s generally a positive sign.

After looking at three apartments yesterday that were anywhere from dumpy to passable but all steals for the price in light of Boston rates, we headed to our last appointment of the trip this morning, right on Park Avenue, the main drag one block away from the Eastman House. The place was too good to be true – big and open, with two bedrooms, an indoor porch, great hardwood floors, a new kitchen, washer and dryer in the apartment, no neighbors (two businesses downstairs, our own attic upstairs), two parking spots in back, and so on… We tried to fish around for questions we might have and did our best to be circumspect, cautious renters, but the combination of price, location, and appearance was just too much to bear. We said yes, and went downstairs to the realtor’s office (yes, the realtor renting us the apartment has one of the two businesses below the apartment) and filled out all of the paperwork as our credit histories were checked out.



It’s about thirty seconds to Magnolia’s, thirty-five to Lakeshore Record Exchange, and probably about eight minutes to the Eastman House.

With our business concluded, we dined at Charlie’s Frog Pond (maybe it will be outstanding next time; this time it was just slow) and headed home, planning out furniture arrangement possibilities during the much quicker return trip. Now if we can just get Aimee a job, we’ll be all set…