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Most of you have probably heard that natbudin and I are moving out of our brothel (a domicile housing more than four unrelated persons) and into a little townhouse in Fitchburg (i.e. the devil's ass-crack). I have mixed feelings about this move, even if I am the principal cause of it. I quickly realized that commuting to Keene, NH from Somerville to attend classes wasn't going to work, as it is a 2+ hour slog, so we looked to find something in between Cambridge ( natbudin's place of work) and Keene. The solution presented itself in the form of Fitchburg, which is equidistant from both termination points, which is where it's advantages end.
I always found it amusing that most of my friends would talk about areas of Somerville or even Boston as dangerous, or sketchy, and unfit for residence. I think this is because I spent so much time in Baltimore and so developed different ideas about what a sketchy neighborhood is. Dorchester, where I worked for a year and a half, did not rate as sketchy. Neither did JP or Southie or any other place in Boston. Let me tell you, Fitchburg is sketchy. Also depressing as all hell. Driving through it ( I wouldn't walk there) you can see that once this was a busy thriving industrial city, and I mean a real city, not "city" in the way Somerville is. Now it presents a tableau of poverty, idleness, waste and decay.
The city aside, especially since our place is on the edge of it, almost in Leominster, which is a nice suburban town, the apartment is quite nice. It is only a few years old and meticulously kept up, and really a lot of space for two people. The only things I don't like about the place are that the ceilings are rather low (lower than the normal 8 feet) and that the bathroom fixtures and tile are a strange shade of dirty grey.
In anticipation of the move date (17th), I somehow got it in my head to paint the place. Like most of my projects, it is something I have never done, and have never seen done, and had no clear idea of how one might go about doing it. I figured that plenty of people paint their own places, so how hard could it be? As it turns out, the difficulty is not in the painting, which is merely time-consuming and dreadfully boring, but in the choosing of colors. I was never previously aware of the existence of quite so many shades of white. I finally did choose a color for my bedroom, which I think turned out splendidly. Pic Before Pic After
more to probably follow.
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