I have spent the last several days packing, cleaning, painting, heavy lifting, and otherwise moving my excessive belongings to my new apartment in bushwick! This will be not my second, not even my third, but my FIFTH apartment since I moved to New York three years ago. Talk about living in a transient city, and every time I do it, I promise myself it will be the last time I move. My room is coming together nicely though, and is considerably bigger than my last, which is always a good thing- particularly when you've accustomed yourself to living in closet sized bedrooms because its simply the norm in this city. I also found the perfect 1970's vintage white dresser with gold trimming (craigslist, you never let me down) and that has made me extra happy.