my apartment is almost empty...

So, the rooms are nearly empty, and echoing not only with sound but with lost opportunities. The place looks so much bigger without my stuff in it -- not that it was overcrowded before I began to clear it out -- and I’m reminded of the promise it held when I first moved in, with less stuff than I’ve accumulated since: what I could do with this space or that space... things I never did get around to doing. I was gonna have a cozy little reading corner over here; I was gonna hold dinner parties -- small ones; this is still a New York City apartment -- over there. But lack of money, lack of time, and lack of this being a neighborhood that’s easy for my friends in Queens and Brooklyn and even Manhattan to get to put the kibosh on it all.

Not saying I have lots of regrets... just that this place hasn’t been all I’d hoped it would be. Perhaps I should resolve to make my next place all good things...