My Crappy Brooklyn Apartment
Three years ago, I got dumped by a boyfriend, was forced to move out of my lovely Upper West Side apartment, and lost a job. It was also a brutal winter. I found myself living in Bushwick in a shithole apartment. After ten weeks, I couldn't stand it any longer. I hired a broker with money I saved and got the hell out.
This morning, I found myself a block away from that terrible apartment (attending Daybreaker!). I walked over to the front door to reflect on the last three years and all the progress I've made. I am so proud of how far I've come from that sad and tumoultous time. I took a photo in front of the door of that shithole apartment to commemorate coming full circle.