Sunday, January 16, 2011
When i was 12, my friend and I devised a plan to save up enough money to buy a one room apartment on 91st and broadway (obviously right between our two apartments.) We wanted to stock the fridge with cookies and ice cream and have enough bean bag chairs to fill our middle school auditorium. We would play Ashlee Simpson on our first generation ipods and make collages after school before we had to go home for dinner. We planned our NYC treehouse for months, discussing our various purposes and how perfect it would be to only walk three blocks instead of six. Although our piggy bank savings never reached the point of possibility, my love for one's hideaways never disappeared.