Intern Chick

Last summer, while living in the hell hole that was "student living at a fabulous New York hotel," I wrote about visiting a cousin of mine.  To refresh your memory, this cousin has been living in Manhattan since my own mother was younger than me, and yes, it is rent controlled.  On Monday night, we found out that she will be giving up this apartment.  It was like the loss of a piece of living history, knowing this place would now only be a family legend.  My mother asked my sister and I to go to NYC this week to pick up a few of her things that we would like to keep.  I pictured all the African masks coming off the walls, her jewelry boxes emptied of costume pieces bought in countries I will never see, and all her records coming to a halting stop.