At least I can blame the pandemic for expediting my cliche move from Brooklyn to New Jersey. It was summer 2020. The city was dead. Everyone was mandated to work from home. My friends were packing up and moving back to their hometowns, or any town with cheaper rent, in droves. There were no parties. There was no one to swipe right and link up with. The…
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