Yes, that’s the pet name I’ve given to my little nest, as the glamorous life of a New Yorker continues. I’ve been scrubbing, cleaning buying all kinds of stupid basic crap like SOS pads, toilet brush and a much-needed mattress pad for the clunky futon. I’m sore and exhausted. I know it’s only a summer sublet, but I am insanely motivated to make these miniscule 200 feet feel like home.
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