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Sunday, November 13, 2011 9:51 PM

Back in college, I moved every year, not even including summer internships. We bought used furniture and then sold it at the end of the year, which was easy when there were lots of other students also moving. Nonetheless, I was always amazed at how much I had managed to accumulate since the last move and half-surprised at what a hassle it all was.

When J and I moved to Ohio three years ago, we fit as much as we could into our two sedans — that was it. But now we own furniture.

We had to find an apartment quickly when we moved to Maine this spring. We found it on the third floor of an 1865 house on Deering Street. We had the whole floor, probably 1,600 square feet, in a great location — a quiet, tree-lined street right on the edge of Portland's downtown. But the apartment got very hot in the summer and had temperamental plumbing; the kitchen had very little counter space and no dishwasher.

So this weekend we moved to a modern building that's even more centrally located in Portland. Our apartment is beautiful, though right now it's a mess. Maybe the best part is that it's a place I can imagine staying as long as we're in Portland, which means no more moving for another four or five years at the least. Because even when you're looking forward to your new place, moving sucks. Especially when the previous tenant didn't clean out the bathroom drawer where he apparently stored his toenail clippings.

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