The measure of a man is not by what he has, but what he can do without.
There are way too many couch casualties on the streets of New York.
People just use and abuse them for a few years and then throw them to the curb. This tattered old guy was thrown right outside my apartment this morning.
Just a few weeks ago, a friend of a friend offered to let me sell his old sofa set for him online.
I called a day too late.
“It was taking up too much room,” he says. “Threw it out yesterday.”
What a sad concept.
Why did I start this blog?
I started this blog because I hate things and I want you too.
By "things" I mean all that crap that clutters your closets and crowds your kitchen cabinets and hides in your basement. I'm talking about all of those ridiculous things that we attach ourselves to and in time become a ball and chain that holds us back from what we really want to do.
Okay, okay. Stop rolling your eyes. I'm not some dumpster-diving freegan who is trying to make some political statement against mass consumerism.
I'm just someone who doesn't have it in her to get attached to inanimate objects. And over time, I've come to realize that it's a character trait that lends itself very well to leading the ultimate liquid life.
A liquid life?
Yes. It's simple. And using this blog, I'm going to teach you how to live one too.
