🙅🏻♀️ The book I avoided buying for 12 years, part three
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Catch up on part one and part two of this series first . . .
“In my mind, both books are about the same thing: the best push-pull that New York City exerts on its inhabitants, making it as difficult to leave as it can be to stay.”
—, author of Goodbye to All That and Never Can Say Goodbye
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Where we left off . . .
For the last ten days, I have been packing up the apartment all day, every day, coated in sweat, dust, and grime from 90+ degree heat. I alternate between wanting to cry from all the memories to exhilaration as I clear never-ending clutter, slowly building a sense of momentum and possibility.
Every single magnet, book, journal, slip of paper, clothing item, coffee mug, and dog toy is undergoing careful, exhausting scrutiny: Will it fit into one of two tiny storage units? Will we ever see it again? Is it worth paying rent on for an untold number of months?
And most importantly: Where will we go next?
