(Mar 25) I’ve left Port Jeff for the third time now, second time leaving the same location. Moving is killing me inside.
A last look out my bedside window
(November 14) Last night in Port Jefferson. Last-minute packing ensues.
I left Brooklyn early in the morning on November 9, pushing my granny cart with my mop, bucket, and various items up and down the subway stairs, through Williamsburg, and back to the LIRR, before pushing it another mile down the road to my new location. It was a difficult end to my four years in Gowanus.
I cleared out from one end to the other.
I’m going to miss this place. There’s a lot of good memories associated with it.
Ladies and gentlemen, I have left the building.