Another trip to Boston

I helped lediva move out of the Harvard dorms and into her new place living with postrodent and postvixen and alari this weekend. Although on first principles I wouldn't choose a Jetta and a Prius as moving vehicles, everything went just fine. It's probably the last move for the Grand Futon of Doom, as I suspect that before she moves again, the blackcat will be ready to invest in a real bed. We stole a pillow from Harvard by mistake.

The room was pretty clean when we got there to put things in (thanks, alari!), except for the windowsill, which I dusted, and from which I removed a small silverish pentagram embedded in wax and a cleaned bone from what I'm guessing was a small rodent. I assume they were protective charms of an old resident of the room, but the room seemed quite psychically neutral to me, so I didn't worry much about it.

I really miss living in a place with friendly sorts of housemates. There are definitely advantages to having the big old suburban house just to me and sythyry, but I miss having the chance to run into someone who is a friend but not an intimate on a regular basis, for a random conversation or a dinner out or a hug or a chance to vent or to listen. Most of my social interaction these days has to be very planned, and it usually feels more like an event than like just living life. I'd love to have the chance to find someone in the kitchen baking bread, or painting, or wanting to watch a video. I'd do well living in a private room in some sort of commune or intentional community. At the very least, I wish I were on more of a drop-in sort of basis with more people, or at least in a context where I was likely to ever run into friendly people on the street or around town.

I'd really love to live in the Boston area again sometime, although most of the people I like who live there actually don't like it there all that much. They'll probably all manage to escape about when I manage to figure out how to get there. This may have been the last visit out there for a while, except for the already-planned BiCamp jaunt. My ankles and calves protested the drive a bunch this time.