As I begin the new year, it’s customary to reflect on the year that has passed. What better place to start than where it all began?
I rang in the new year (of 2018) in the comfort of my very small, rent-stabilized apartment in the lower east side of New York City. I had been hoarding a few large boxes full of gold tinsel for more months than I’d like to admit, and as we were packing up to move west, I needed to finally do something with it.
The best option – fill the tub and cleanse ourselves of the previous year. 2017 was the end and beginning of many things for me, and most importantly it made room for what was to come. Nate, Xenia and I drank champagne and rang in the new year the only way we thought appropriate.