Beware the Closet

The other thing that's weird about selling an apartment is that you have to keep it super neat and clean all the time, which is not my nature. I'm more of a semi-neat and sorta-clean kind of person. But my real estate agent (who rocks!) insists that the place look like a model home, or in my case a model room. My studio essentially looks like no one lives here, but people do – two of us – in a 450 square foot apartment. All of our personal belongings are shoved into the closets, which are literally like cartoon closets filled to the brim with mountains of stuff. Move just one item and you could be buried in an avalanche of tennis equipment, snow boots, books and old purses.


Also, I thought of more things I love about NYC:
- Patisserie Claude on west 4th Street where Claude himself makes the most amazing croissants I've ever eaten.
- The Mud Coffee truck. I rarely get coffee there, but I love that there's a big orange truck parked up the block where I can get delicious coffee on the go.