Today is the unofficial holiday in any University town, September 1, known as "Moving Day." Jittery parents deliver excited students to their dormitories or first apartments and leave them unsupervised for the rest of their lives. In Boston there is an influx of nearly 100,000 new residents annually, whole neighborhoods will pack up on the 31st and be replaced on the 1st. There are traffic snarls when Uhaul trucks are driven into overpasses, there are fights over parking spots and frequently you will see someone moving out at the same time as someone moves in. This is the result of
SCUMMY FILTHY REALTORS and
SLIMY DOUCHE BAG LANDLORDS, who exploit the lack of housing for students to double rents and pack apartments with too many people. This september 1st cycle is maintained by them artificially because why work all year when you can half ass everything once?
For the weeks leading up to the first there is an avalanche of garbage on the city streets. Sofas, shelves, desks, furniture of all sorts. For the scavengers of garbage this is the ideal time to find nearly new or at least not quite ruined items by the curb. I admit that I have found bikes never ridden because of flat tires and books, even Compact Disks have started popping up, but I no longer cede the urge to carry this stuff home. I live on the third floor now.
I guess the point is, its an awful shame. Most of us that don't move make ourselves scarce this weekend, part to save our lumbar regions from needy contemporaries, part because its just an awful sight to behold. No mass evacuation gives anyone a good feeling, unless you are a GREASY SLUMLORD packing 5 kids into a three bedroom apartment.
