DAY ONE HUNDRED AND NINETY-EIGHT
Lacey dislikes moving, too.
It dawned on me that this next week will be the last songs recorded in my first “real” New York apartment. (I moved into a sublet the size of a closet for a month when I first moved here years ago.) It’s sad for me as I’ve learned and experienced a lot in this place, and now I move on to a temporary living situation until the next “real” New York apartment.
Today’s song is simple, improvised and short. I have spent the last several days taking smaller moving trips instead of one big one to lessen the burden later next week. I am eager to get this done. It’s important for me to do the hard things first and very quickly, that way I can kind of forget I did them at all.
Part II
