I’m Coming Home, Damnit

On 2/12 I was up to 166 boxes.

As of yesterday I’m up to 273. Just look at what panic will do! And that was with missing days due to cat illness. 273 boxes translates to 3 boxes going home with me.


If only I was going at that rate all along, but I’ll try not to think about that. And it’s not true that I could have, in any case. I didn’t know anything and had to move that slowly to learn the story of the lab. Now I can go quickly because I know what I’m looking for.

I’m leaving on March 12th. I’ve got 121 boxes left that I want to see. Wish me luck. Because I’m coming home no matter what. My friend Ruby is coming down on a train and is driving back with me.

Home, home, home! New York Fucking City! I don’t have time to list all I’m looking forward to getting back to because I must shower and look at MORE BOXES.

Stacy Horn

I've written six non-fiction books, the most recent is Damnation Island: Poor, Sick, Mad, and Criminal in 19th-Century New York.

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