The search for an apartment here has been something between "unsuccessful" and "a disaster." Two major problems keeping popping up like stuffed rodents through whack-a-mole holes, with me lacking the mallet speed and wherewithal to effectively pound them down. This has caused an occasional, terrified sense of "Dear God, what have I gotten myself into" regarding this whole Harvard adventure, but these mortifying experiences have been just fleeting with my enthusiasm invariably returning.
The first is that, in contrast to earlier plans of moving in earlyish-July, recent developments have made me want an August 1 lease, and I appear to be a couple of weeks too early for the market for that. So there isn't a lot of stuff to look at, so far as I can tell.
The second is that I have a great deal of uncertainty about how much I want to be spending on a place next year. In truth, I actually know exactly what I want to spend: the minimum necessary to find a place in which I am not going to feel miserable or overly hassled in ways that lead me to not take good advantage of the change of scenery. However, it is unclear what exactly constitutes this kind of housing much less how much I am going to have to spend for that.
The problem yesterday was that I think I had let Tales Of The Boston Housing Market intimidate me into thinking I was going to have to spend more for less than the places that I was able to look at yesterday. So I looked at places that would be absolutely dandy places to live, but they were so dandy that I started to think about how much more I would like to hang onto the extra $200-$350 that I could be spending renting one of these places.
So, ugh, it looks like likely that I am going to end up having to fly out here again in a few weeks to find a place.
All the while, you might be thinking: Did he really have to go to Boston to figure these things out? Shouldn't he have spent much more quality time on craigslist or making possible use of possible contacts in the Boston/Cambridge area? You're right, you're right, you're right, you're right. If you want to say you told me so, feel free to use the comments field, e-mail, or just shout it at me upon my return.
On the bright side, it's Day Six of my diet and so far, so good.