Don't Forget Your Pocket Fork

On how to move without losing your sanity.

I did it, y’all. I’m officially moved out of my old apartment—which, while large and light-filled, was not the place for me—and into my cozy little studio in Brooklyn. I’m beyond exhausted, my brain is fried, and I still can’t find the bag with my good sweatpants, but we’re finally here. My name is on the mailbox and the buzzer sheet, and my first mortg…