In Which Miss Jill Flees Her Apartment Just As The Monsoon Season Descends From The Kitchen Ceiling

I can't pinpoint why this is happening, but my kitchen in currently experiencing a tsunami due to the earthquake in Chile:



Another last tidbit from this building is that I was getting on the elevator yesterday and a man came out of his apartment donning a surgical mask. We started chatting and he revealed that he had discovered a massive homestead of black mold in his apartment. He confided that attacking it and removing it made him feel like a superhero.

Goodbye Washington Heights/Manhattan!




Hello Brooklyn!