Whenever I'm down this street, I picture myself along the streets of NYC about to walk up to my loft apartment in a beautiful kept place like this, all white walls, industrial hanging lightbulbs & a closet so full I don't even know what I have.
And instead, I'm walking up to my student living apartment with a coin washing machine that never actually gets my clothes fully clean in one go.
The struggle is real when you're in the early stages of a creative career.
But I'm still dreaming!
