All it took was a look before I became immediately obsessed. I knew I would need to move – to leave to make sure I got what I wanted. The first thing I knew I needed to do was to start paring down the number of objects I knew I would need. There were clothes I hadn’t worn and books I had never read and I began to wonder what the point was.
I had big plans and I had ideas on how to get there. To become the artist I wanted to be, I knew I needed to limit my distractions. What I really wanted to do was to become an author and an artist and knew I would really need to buckle down to become both. Somewhere along the line, the idea of living in a studio became synonymous with being a successful creative.
I didn’t really care if it was a studio apartment or a legitimate art studio. I knew that whatever avenue I took, my possessions could not make the trip. Getting rid of my clothes wasn’t that big of a deal since most of them were bought several years before and most came from the local thrift shop. Getting rid of you was another story. I thought I had wanted you to be in my life forever, but everything changed when I became obsessed with was the view of the NYC skyline. And I would do whatever it took to keep that skyline in my life.