About a week ago, I moved from Astoria to Williamsburg. Last night, I dreamed that my partner-in-crime and I had to go back to our old apartment to clean it out. When we got there, the whole neighborhood was sort of crumbling and returning to the elements. One side of our old building had fallen away, so the basement studio was wide open. There was an old mattress in one corner, and drifts of fallen, rotting leaves everywhere. There were porcelain dolls and coins and pocket watches and candy scattered beneath and around the mattress. Someone had built a wooden deck off one end of the apartment. It was completely overwhelming, and utterly fascinating. My parents and my younger sister, and a good friend's mother, came to help us clean up, but right when the landlord arrived to deal with things, we were expected somewhere else, so we had to leave and just hope our family would take care of the mess well enough.
I woke up really wishing I could hang out with my mom today.
We made good progress on the apartment. The bedroom is mostly settled now. We're contemplating rearranging the living room. The office is still definitely a work in progress, but it'll get there. And once we're done rearranging furniture, I'm getting a cat.
Happy Tuesday, everyone!
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