The Moving Edition

It was a peaceful Sunday afternoon in early June of 2008 when my family and I pulled up to Woodlawn Avenue with a little Uhaul. A few hours later, all unloaded into my new apartment, we wandered down Broadway to find dinner and were overtaken by some of that Spa City magic that many a newcomer has found themselves, thrillingly, ensnared in -- every person seemed intriguing, every restaurant smelled fabulous, every storefront looked enticing. (We didn't get close enough to see the price tags, of course.)