Writer & Business Reporter
In the midst of thinking about all the bad things that happened in 2016, it was easy to forget the good things that happened, and even feel a little guilty if your personal life the past 365 days did not resemble a garbage fire.
No matter what, moving is expensive. There’s the cost of time: sorting through your belongings, figuring out what you want to put in storage, what you want to bring to the new place, what you’re going to sell at a garage sale or donate and give away.
I almost started a fire in my apartment over the weekend. I thought the bottom compartment of my gas stove was just like every electric oven I’ve ever used: where you put your aprons and extra pans. I quickly learned it was not.
I’ve been in New York for two weeks. It’s long enough for me to fill a kitchen with the necessities, unpack my stuff, and for things to finally sink in. That I live here. That I go to Columbia. I can plan to do things and see friends weeks from now. The dream is finally real, and now it’s time to get to work.
