I’ve decided it’s time to get my own place. But I feel an enormous amount of guilt over this. I concocted this plan after a ridiculous battle ensued between Mami and me. The culprit: a mountain of clothing. The location: my bedroom couch. Which is inside my New York apartment within Mami’s apartment. Mami walked into my bedroom and noticed that a set of clothes she’d washed lay on my bedroom couch next to the mountain of clothes that were dirty.
She accused me of not appreciating her hard work of tidying up for me and (in my head) I vowed to move out on April 1st—fifteen days shy of my 34th birthday.