For you city dwellers, you know that packing up an apartment is almost as bad as Chinese water torture. We managed to pack up with the help of Luc's parents and friends. The last of our worldly possessions were crammed into my GTI. Dang, that car fits alot of junk! There was hardly any room for us in the car! Our "last meal" in 57A South Crescent Circuit was Pad Thai from Rhodee in Brookline--by far the best Thai in the city. We were sad to leave our little apt where we knew all of our neighbors. Our landlord Banu wanted to throw us a going away party but time seemed to just slip away. We said bye to "the Bolivians" who lived upstairs and let me borrow some of their books. I left Oliver a book of short stories by Gabriel Garcia Marquez and he was touched by the gesture. We'll miss Brighton a ton!
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