Space is at such a premium in NYC that you have to figure out innovative storage solutions. Like keeping your winter clothes in a kitchen cabinet or storing things in the oven. Preferably not the forgettable, flammable kind.
I once dated a guy who lived in the East Village and had to wash his dishes in his miniature bathtub. It worked, because the bathtub was in the kitchen anyway.
And you could roll down the sloped floor to the miniature toilet, which was older than his parents.
I’d shower on the fire escape for an apartment in that neighborhood.
On Christmas Eve, a friend and I went out for some holiday enchiladas. When we were walking to the subway, we found someone’s library parked on Columbus Avenue.
The car was completely stuffed with books.
I couldn’t help browsing the collection, looking for what I’d borrow if I had the chance.
you should have also taken a pic of the wheels of the car buckling under the weight of it. You can still probably can, that thing ain’t going nowhere.
Hoarding is a serious problem, and you should seek help before it overtakes your life.
I’m serious.
The problem with hoarders who seek help is that they seek a lot of help, like as much help as can be sought.