Now it's time for me to leave my sweaty little room on Mott Street. No more fish smell before breakfast, no more screaming of Chinese in the middle of the night, no more free dumplings from the tiny old man next door.
Instead I'm taking all my sneakers and overly priced vintage overalls across the bridge to Elton's in Williamsburg. I will stay with him for the next two weeks before going home.
If only he could get his ass over here right now and help me carry my bags down the four floors.
By the way, I'm wearing white overalls that I bought for way more money than they would've been new (they're Old Navy for crying out loud) and a top from Brandy Melville.