It feels pretty weird to me, after having had 3+ months nonstop together, but as the world opens up, it’s time to live apart for a bit.
Received this letter from Lee Kim, the leader of the Design Dream Lab group I am a part of: “Dear dreamers, Today we hosted a joy potluck with seniors from Keepsbay. Every story was so beautiful and precious and my heart was filled with love and gratitude for having the chance to hear them. I am going to share one story here… It was a story that Naomi shared. She had her first doctor’s appointment this week. She was wondering why that appointment was scheduled because it wasn’t anything serious. She called her sister for advice and the answer was … Read More
Oh My God She’s Back Again! Yes. That’s right b8tches. I’m back! I’ve been busy being a professional. Racking up lots of hours between being a Personal Assistant, a College Admissions Consultant, a petsitter, and the owner of 6 bedroom Airbnb right outside New York City. When not doing that, the hubs and I have been hiking, staging naturist photoshoots, taking part in 30 day media challenges, and continuing to dumpster dive and find other ways to be nomadic and thrifty, even in the time of Covid 19: What about you world? How have you been, and what have you … Read More
Sure it’s likely to be small.
Sure it doesn’t have its own bathroom.
But.. it could suit our needs perfectly and offer us a crashpad to sleep at in between petsits. After all, as it stands, in January, we have so but 7 nights covered with petsits, and in February even less.
However, the moment we stepped into the building, any dream of this as an option immediately halted when ours noses twitched and picked up the scent of urine.
We’re losing our cheap apartment because I refuse to help our landlord pursue a creepy fascination with an ex girlfriend’s daughter.
I wish I was joking, but I’m not.
I used to think it was a NYC thing my always lusting over the next best thing. But I liked to separate myself from other NYers because I desired something bigger, immaterial. I desired to move to a third world country to begin work at a nonprofit, likely in disaster relief, education, or housing development. I wanted to help those in greater need than those in my country, as no matter how poor, Americans can somewhat count on a relatively robust welfare system.
All this felt a noble pursuit, but in the background I was feeling material frustration.
After selling my half of a Hoboken condo I shared with an ex boyfriend, we had enough to place a 25% down payment on a 3rd property…