Unfucking my art-critic-celebrity grandma's apartment
I’m writing this for Unfuck Your Habitat, my favorite self-help Tumblr, but I think I shall post it here because it’s really very personal. It’s long and probably interesting to virtually no one, but UfYH is about helping you grapple with cleaning jobs that seem to big to handle and the emotional fallout contained therein. And, oh god, I need HELP. Also I’ve never seen anything on UfYH about this kind of job, so I wanted to get this shit out there for the sake of the community support network.
Today I started helping my dad clean out my grandma’s apartment. Her Alzheimer’s is pretty advanced and we’re moving her from a rehab center into a home. It’s been a really long, hard decline for her and everyone else, because she was such an incredibly articulate, smart person. It’s hard to encompass her wholly in words. So perhaps I’ll itemize some of the things we’ve found in her Upper East Side penthouse: