So This is How NOT to Buy a Bed if Your Apartment is a Walk-up

Step one in realizing our midlife adventure as empty nesters was to leave the burbs and move to the city.

This wasn't too hard.  Boston, we were told, moves en-masse every June. Like lemmings and other clueless creatures, Boston's denizen of students habitually vacate and relocate after the end of spring semesters creating an ebb and flow of apartments up for lease.

Not too surprisingly, if one is willing to pay enough, one can find the perfect brownstone apartment in Boston's adorable Back Bay neighborhood across the street from Tom Brady from which to begin this adventure.

The trouble starts when one wants to fill the apartment.

As we painfully learned, a walk-up brownstone in Boston's Back Bay presents a host of "challenges". 

For starters, there's the staircases. Beautiful as they are, they were not crafted for moving furniture.

And so, that's were our adventure stalled -- literally -- on the second landing of a 36" wide staircase. Much like G.O.T.'s valley of the Vale, the staircase was apparently built to halt all intruders, including our awesome Crate and Barrel storage bed.

After struggling for a half hour, the nice Crate and Barrel deliverymen gave us one choice:  return the bed and get our money back.

Which is what we did, opting instead for a C&B bed that comes apart.

But, until the new bed is delivered, here we are..sleeping on a mattress on the floor -- like teenagers.

Lessons Learned:

(1) apartments are not houses -- don't assume all furniture will fit up stairs and through apartment doors (the Crate and Barrel saleswoman who is helping us find a new bed told us one of her clients had to have his table hoisted through a window...);

(2) furniture either comes delivered as one single piece, or many pieces that are put together after transporting - again, the nice Crate and Barrel saleswoman explained that few beds don't come apart -- we were just lucky enough to have chosen one of the few that don't;

(3) buy expensive items from established retailers - they will always treat the customer right!

(4) measure your staircases, doorways and landings when buying furniture for apartments - even if you're over 50 and think you've done this before, you can eyeball it  :)

So This is How NOT to Start a Change in Midlife

After 30 years of a happy stable marriage - 15 of which were spent in the same 5,000 suburban house - having finished shuttling 3 kids through colleges, my husband and I decided we needed "an adventure."  Call it 'midlife', call it 'what-the-hell-are-we-doing-in-this-big-house' syndrome, call it whatever you like: we (I) wanted change.  So we got it. 
No: we didn't split up. I love my husband too much and am pretty damn sure he loves me back (according to him I still look like the 'vision' he say walking down that church aisle almost 31 years ago, but I credit that to his stubborn refusal to wear glasses...). 
What we did was leave suburbia for the city. 
We didn't do it the easy way either. We could have just moved 20 miles across the Hudson to NYC, but why make it easy?  Apparently the midlife brain needs challenging, so we opted to put our non-working brain cells into use by making them figure out new, demented, traffic patterns and frustratingly oblique parking rules designed to accrue the largest numbers of tickets. 
Yes, you guessed it:  we moved to Boston!
Doing so, we realized a curious thing - we're actually going backward. We are a dying breed; consummate baby-boomers who believed in the American Dream.  As two low-middle-class kids who fell in love in college, we saved all our pennies so we could marry and immediately afford a mortgage for our very own house in the burbs.  I confess - the American Dream worked.  We live well and are fundamentally healthy and happy.
But we had never wavered from this path, and heard the howl we had only read about in Kerouac biographies beckoning to us.  
We never rented, never lived in an apartment - let alone a city - and, frankly, had no idea what we were getting into.
So, this is what this blog is all about -- learning from our mistakes (and our successes), seeing what works, and what doesn't, and feeling it out alongside you.
It's a brand new world for us and we're embracing it, including this newfangled thing we ironically call social media. 
So, welcome. 
Keep reading, as we've learned, you'll never know what can happen next. 
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