A place to put MY STUFF - by Maia - Next Time

I’m not so self-important to apologize for a pause in the publishing of a Substack, but I do apologize if I have been absent in your lives in a personal way over the last three months! I have been… busy. As many of you know, I spent roughly two years without a permanent apartment, doing only short-term rentals and sublets in different cities. It was exhilarating and immensely worthwhile, but, after a while, I began to become consumed with the problem of where to put my Stuff. It was so stupid. There really wasn’t any other reason. I had been storing everything in my brother’s basement, and, although I knew that the primary reason I had to move my things out of there was out of consideration for them, I also found myself more and more — I was going to write “frustrated,” but maybe the real word is “panicked”? — every time I went down into the basement, whose floor is dust, to comb through bags of my Stuff all jumbled together, winter clothes and books from grad school and another shampo

I’m not so self-important to apologize for a pause in the publishing of a Substack, but I do apologize if I have been absent in your lives in a personal way over the last three months! I have been… busy. As many of you know, I spent roughly two years without a permanent apartment, doing only short-term rentals and sublets in different cities. It was exhilarating and immensely worthwhile, but, after a while, I began to become consumed with the problem of where to put my Stuff. It was so stupid. There really wasn’t any other reason. I had been storing everything in my brother’s basement, and, al