On Sunday I Instagrammed a cry for help in the form of a drab coconut popsicle, the sad caption reading: my only friend. This dramatic statement is far from the truth, but in that moment, as everyone in NYC appeared deeply invested in something called the World Cup with their pals, and I sat alone in my apartment clogged with snot and overwhelming angst, it felt true.
I’m forcing myself to start off the summer with some serious simplifying and lifestyle-reevaluating. So, I’m going to begin with the basics (wardrobe, books, etc.), to get the ball rolling on a broader overhaul.