Truth be told, I’m not a hoarder. But, judging by the amount of crap I have laying around here at my soon-to-be ex-dwelling, I should be on the show. How did it ever get like this? Sure, I don’t have mounds of literal garbage lining my place with mummified cats crushed between boxes but this is just a little crazy.
Around here I feel I’m living at Grey Gardens just minus the fabulosity. “This is the best costume for today,” I think to myself as I pack away bright shiny fabrics I’ve nearly worn to death in NYC’s nightclubs. I’ll definitely miss this place on Long Island but this move is for the better. I slowly tidy up as I go through old 45’s (those are old school records, kids) and books galore. Ah, it sure will be nice to be able to commute to friends’ apartments and work sites without a one hour commute. Besides, I’m moving into a cute factory turned loft with a bunch of artists. I’m no hippie but this will be cute for the time being.
