Tonight, I walked into my apartment and saw the most romantic gesture, my contractors FINALLY put up my bathroom fixtures!!! This whole Manhattan contracting/renovation endeavor has been quite a LONG drawn out process, so every little task completed makes me more ecstatic than ever. All I want is for the contractors to finish the job, for me to FINALLY (after more than a year of living like a vagabond) unpack my suitcases. I want the contractors out and I want my own space! I’ve lived (thanks to good friends) in eight different spots in the city within the last year. Now- all I want to do is nest by myself for a while, independent— focused on something bigger than me.
At this point, my bathroom fixtures and completed flooring are more exciting than coming home to a boyfriend (if I had one) and candles to set the mood. It’s sad, but true that right now I can find romance in the fixtures, flooring, and glasswork. Hopefully, this physical foundation (once completed) will give me the solace to really move forward onto bigger and better things…













