It took three months, 612 moving boxes (or thereabouts), and the very last smidgen of my sanity, but this weekend I moved out of my parents’ house (where I’d been staying after a bad breakup) and back to New York City in a “single girl” apartment again.
I’m baaaaaaaack, bitches!
However, moving into a new apartment during a rainstorm is not something I would recommend. Just a little advice from me to you. Keep reading »