Today is (hopefully) the fifth and final day of moving to my new apartment in Cambridge - not more than two miles from my old place in the Fenway. Boston has a something of a holiday around September 1 known as “moving day” because there are so many students and so many September 1 leases. I’ve been an observer of the mass moving phenomenon for the last three years - the longest I’ve ever stayed in one dwelling - but I have now experienced the joy of the Boston intra-city move first-hand.

I’ve noticed that my 25-30 year old friends tend to announce a common manifesto during a hot summer’s move: “This is my last move, next time I’m hiring professional movers.” This result of this policy is akin to the classic line of regret: “I’m never drinking that much again!” For a few, the policy is actually implemented. For most, future mistakes only illustrate one’s foolishness.

Now if you’ll excuse me, I still have a few things at the old apartment…