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Making Moves: From Miami, FL to Athens, OH

22 Jul

As most everyone knows, Addam and I recently packed all of our belongings into heart-shaped boxes and made the move to Athens, Ohio, where we will both be attending Ohio University this fall. I’ll be working on my Ph.D. in journalism, and Addam will be earning a bachelor’s in music production.

While we will always miss Miami and all the beautiful memories it brought us, we are happily turning the page to the newest chapter in our lives. We are, once again, becoming novices in the search for self-improvement — chasing the horizon in the hopes that it will bring us to bigger and better things.

This post outlines our journey and introduces followers to the town that I now call home.

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7 years, 7 apartments

10 Feb

Forgive me for the length of time between blog posts. Addam and I have been busy moving, but it was limited internet connectivity that kept me from updating. AT&T should be coming out to hook up our DSL today, but in the meantime I’ve only had access at work – making it hard to keep you guys up to date. I guess I could have stayed late to write, but there was a lot to be done around the new apartment, and I didn’t feel comfortable leaving it all to Addam.

We’re finally all moved in, but the entire ordeal was a lot trickier than it should have been, considering that in the seven years Addam and I have been together we’ve moved seven times.

We spent Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday packing our lives into heart-shaped boxes, only to run into a series of issues when we went to pick up the moving truck on Thursday.

Addam and I woke up at 6:30 a.m. so we could make sure to get to the U-Haul place as soon as it opened at 7. Only when we got there they wouldn’t let us rent a truck because my driver’s  license didn’t match the name on Addam’s credit card. I don’t have a credit card, and Addam doesn’t have a license, making it impossible for us to leave with any sort of transportation.

We angrily biked back to our apartment to wait for the banks to open so I could get a credit or debit card. We got to Bank of America around 8:30 a.m., the place opened at 9 and by 9:10 we were turned away. I had to close my account after a Craigslist scam last year, and the bank would not let me open a new one. Fortunately, or unfortunately depending on how you choose to look at it, I wouldn’t have been able to open one anyway. My wallet was stolen with my car last year, leaving me without two valid forms of identification. I called Wachovia once I got home, but as all banks pretty much operate under the same rules, Addam and I were up the creek without a paddle.

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