Our final week in Boston was a whirlwind of trying to divide our worldly possessions in preparation for moving to opposite ends of the country. Having lived in Boston for 12 years, we had packed our tiny apartment to the brink, yielding more than 100 boxes at final count. Fortunately, the sturdy, foldable boxes used in the operating suites at work were the perfect size, although it was exhausting smuggling these babies home each day aboard the shuttle bus. Perhaps the most important accomplishment this week, however, was coordinating the final closing for our home loan refinance, ending a 6 month struggle amidst countless administrative red tape and paperwork snafus with both Wells Fargo and Washington Trust. We got the lawyer to meet us at Melody’s office in the middle of clinic Friday afternoon a week before we left. Yesterday, my moving pod was delivered, and between me, my wife, and a few good friends, we loaded all my stuff into an 8ft x 7ft x 6ft box. We celebrated the accomplishment at Zaftig’s, where we dined on grilled reuben and beef tongue sandwiches with a quart of cold beet borscht. Despite the mental and physical drain of moving, we still managed to finish yet another of Drake’s cinematic adventures, and begin embarking on the final chapter of the Mass Effect trilogy. Playing as a female Shepard this time, we found ourselves trying harder to prove ourselves, choosing harsher dialogue options and making tougher decisions. The superior voice-acting was refreshing, not to mention getting to kindle a lesbian relationship aboard the Normandy. As we prepare for the reaper invasion and impending departure from Boston in 2 days, we wave goodbye to old friends and prepare for the storm ahead.