By Mari O’Grady

The first time I put all of my possessions into boxes was right before I left Washington, D.C. for a summer internship in London. I rented my room to a friend of a friend, and needed to make the space look inviting. I needed to make it look neat. At the very least, I needed to get my crap out of the spaces her crap would inhabit for the next two months. Continue reading →