Newsletter editor Lily here.
If you’re reading this on the day it’s sent, I’m currently in the midst of my little apartment move that I’ve teased for the past couple of weeks. It’s happening. At least, I hope it’s happening; I’m writing this newsletter in the morning right before the chaos kicks off and the movers get here. So who knows what I’ll send y’all next week?
To be completely honest, it hasn’t fully sunken in yet that I’m moving. I have many feelings on the apartment I’m leaving. On the one hand, my roommate Kaitlyn and I didn’t have many options when we were looking in the winter of 2019, so we sort of got stuck with it, in a way. That’s just how the New York City housing market is. And as many long-time readers will recall, we had an absolutely botched move-in—and continued to have issues with our landlord and management for the next two years. Then there’s the fact that there’s been scaffolding over both of our skylights, two of our three main sources of light, for the past six months. Yes, some would say this apartment is bleak.