A Year in Medford

Friday marked a year since the Mrs. and I moved. After almost eleven years in the same apartment, we crossed the Mystic River from Somerville to Medford. We liked Somerville and still do, but we couldn't find what we needed and wanted there, and then its neighbor just to the north beckoned. This has turned out to be a very good decision in terms of our overall quality of life.

First, the residence itself is nicer. Not that the old place was shabby, but the new one has many more updated elements and features, mainly because the owners lived in this apartment for five years before deciding to rent it out because they needed more room. The slight reduction in living space is not a problem for us; it's actually easier to clean and take care of this place. The setting is more pleasant: we have a small back yard here, and there are trees all around. Before there were hardly any trees, and the house was surrounded by concrete and asphalt.

The new neighborhood is quieter and friendlier; we have met a number of people we see around semi-regularly. At the old place, I had a nodding acquaintance with only one person who was not a fellow tenant of our landlord, and there was a twelve-unit apartment building adjacent to us that regularly gave us noise problems.

But the biggest difference is that the landlord isn't looking out the window at us all the time. It was definitely like living in a fishbowl, along with the owner's passive-aggressive behavior and intrusive, privacy-ignorant attitude toward repairs and maintenance. Our current landlord now lives in New Hampshire, and I communicate with him mostly by email, a much more agreeable situation.

We also got our greyhound London last summer after moving, because the old place did not allow pets. While she is the most sensitive, neurotic, and high-maintenance dog I've ever met, we still love her dearly and regularly find ourselves laughing at her behavior.

Getting to and from work does take slightly longer, and there aren't as many amenities as close by as there were before, but these are minor tradeoffs that I have no problem accepting in exchange for the advantages we have gained. I could see us eventually buying a place in this neighborhood (something I couldn't say about our old one). Who knows if that will happen, but it's nice to imagine the possibility. It sure feels like home.