A Week's Respite--And A Thanks

Everything is ready for our week at the lake.

Last weekend, we took care of much of the preparation, and late last week we tidied up a few loose ends.

Everything—food, clothes, toys, sporting gear, incidental items—is packed in hampers, ready to be loaded into the cars early tomorrow morning.

Last weekend, Andrew’s older brother took care of Andrew’s and my living arrangements for the next three years. He went up to Boston, and arranged for us to rent a basement apartment in a house owned by one of his former Stanford classmates.

Andrew and I will have our own entrance. The apartment has three small rooms: a living room, a small kitchen, and a bedroom (plus a bath). Only the living room has windows, but Andrew’s brother says it will be perfectly sufficient for our needs. The apartment is in a very safe neighborhood and in a location convenient both for my daily trek to law school and Andrew’s daily trek to work.

I’m pleased Andrew’s brother took care of the housing situation for us. He told us, months ago, to leave the apartment search in his hands, and we were happy to do so. Because he lived in Boston for four years while obtaining his undergraduate degree, and because he knows former classmates living in Boston, and because he knows persons working in the Boston offices of Wall Street firms, he said it would be easy for him to locate a suitable apartment for us with a few phone calls.

He was right about that—and we thank him for looking out for us.