A New Holiday Outfit

Thanksgiving is tomorrow and none of my clothes fit me. After eight years of being together, my partner and I took that big step and finally moved in together, bringing our clothes, furniture, cat, and love to a cozy one-bedroom apartment in Astoria. Cozy is the key word here- the apartment is nestled on the main street of a bustling but quaint area of Queens, catering to both his need for quiet, and also my desires for things to do and people to see. For the past few months, we have been busy at work, making it “home” deciding whose couch fit best (his- no question), what types of curtains to purchase (I wanted delicate lace, but compromised for something a little more sturdy and private), and constantly battling and making up over things like how to clean the kitchen, where to put the litter box, and how much space my art supplies should occupy. (We almost did not recover when he threw out a seemingly random piece of paper, which was, in reality, a treasured piece of ephemera that I sought to re-purpose later. Of course, once I discovered that it was gone, it was my most treasured piece of scrap paper ever).