OK, so I rearranged my apartment again. It’s a new year, and I get tired of stuff you know!? I like to go places and take action! And when I can’t literally go places, I move my furniture around and find new purposes for my stuff. You might have seen the various stages before, but in case you missed them, you can click here, here, and here. You see what I mean?
Today, while I was exploring and photographing my snowy/icy rooftop in shorts and a sweater (mother please don’t kill me, I know I’m Caribbean and I need to cover up in the cold), I noticed something that might have been dangerous. So naturally, I kind of panicked, almost slipped on the ice, and went straight to my neighbor’s apartment who lives right below me. I’ve never been into his place before, but I rang the door bell, hoping he was home to explain my distress. He invited to step in, and I was amazed! I told him about the huge block of snow and ice on the ledge of his balcony that could potential to fall and hit someone, and then that’s when I had the chance to take look around his apartment. I was just amazed at the difference between his and mine.
He and I live just one floor apart, we have the exact same floorplan, but our apartments are entirely different. His apartment felt like I was not only in a different building, but a different time… A different world. It made me really happy. There was stuff everywhere! And you know I love stuff. You can tell a lot from someone by looking at the stuff they have. Antique guitars, records, cd’s, and photos decorated almost every inch. Two beautiful birds: Sidney and Casper occupied a corner of the room. Even the way the sunlight entered the apartment was different than mine. Luckily, I had my camera with me, and I asked if I could photograph his space, and he allowed me to. His name is Henry, a former music executive, now retired and enjoying Harlem.
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