I said farewell to my first big apple apartment last night.
...such a sad little moment.
We have been passing this apartment down over the past few years, but my friends that live there now are moving out and the time has come to say goodbye.
A lot has certainly happened and changed since May 27th, 2007 when my first roommate and I rolled up to our little abode in the West Village. At the time, we had only seen pictures of what we planned on being a one-month sublet.
I'll never forget how she woke me up on the very first night, convincing me I needed to throw something over my pjs because we *needed* to go to a club.
I'll never forget crawling through my neighbor's window and shimmying across the fire escape in a dress and heels after locking myself out.
I'll never forget taking our trash down for the very first time and seeing a mouse and getting so frightened/flustered that I peed my pants. Yes. And I'll never forget how my roommate almost choked from laughing so hard.
I'll never forget seeing Sarah Jessica Parker on the sidewalk right outside and nearly passing out when she told me I smelled freshly showered.
I'll never forget sprinting home to tackle my roommate when she called to tell me she was engaged. And I'll never forget crying for a good hour after watching her drive away when she moved out a few months later.
I'll never forget meeting my second roommate for the first time. And how much I needed to meet her in that very moment. ...and how I'm forever indebted to Craigslist.
I'll never forget welcoming my third roommate and her dress-form, "Gladys", from Portland. I'll never forget decorating & crafting, watching her make icing from scratch, or finding the perfect costumes to dress up as Dr. Seuss characters, Thing 1 & Thing 2. And I'll never forget how thankful I am right now that she's still here.
I'll never forget all of the laughter, the tears, the "guess what? I got a job!" squeals, the visitors, the you'll-never-believe-what-happened-today's, the early mornings, the late nights, the inexplicable neighbors, the many different seasons, and the first time it felt like home...
...the first time it snowed.
People and places come into your life for a reason, a season or a lifetime.
My friend recently started working for Indego Africa, a non-profit organization worth knowing.
In attempt to fight poverty and empower independent businesswomen, Indego provides training programs in Rwanda for women artisans. They sell their accessories and other products at high-end retailers and on Indego's online store. Indego pays the women a fair wage, including 50% in advance for production costs; the profits are returned to the training programs that instruct more than 200 women in financial management, entrepreneurship, literacy & computer skills.
Here are some of the products sold on Indego's online store:
In addition, 15% of the evening's proceeds will go to Indego's training programs in Rwanda.
(And yes, she will be there.) Click here for more information.
Finally, click here to read the uplifting account of Emelienne Nyiramana, now the Treasurer and Master Seamstress at Indego Africa's partner, Cocoki, in Rwanda. She was admitted to the Goldman Sachs 10,000 Women Initiave program at the School of Finance and Banking in Kigali earlier this year.
I live in NYC in an itty bitty apartment with which I have a love/hate relationship. I work in finance as an assistant, but my passion is drawing & writing. I have a bird-like affinity for anything sparkly, a trait I inherited from my best friend, my mom. I constantly battle inanimate objects and I am a chronic spiller/recipient of "spillage" around me. I love anyone that can make me giggle and I get a little too excited about birthdays. Oh and I never, and I mean never-ever, underestimate the power of a York Peppermint Pattie.