During a pandemic, one tends to stockpile items. Many took to hoarding toilet paper, wipes, and meat. I kept a very handy amount of toilet paper, chips, and coffee creamers. My refrigerator was bursting at the seams with non-nutritional items that would serve as comfort food of sorts. Others, I have heard, stockpiled even more things. Of course, many of those who hoarded items have room to do so. They may have a house, yard, or trailer in which to prepare for an apocalypse.
In New York City, however, the apartments tend to be on the smaller side of things. One can be living in a 250 square foot apartment and have to maintain a decent number and selection of clothing, shoes, and handbags. It’s hard to be Carrie Bradshaw if you can only walk a few feet in one’s humble abode. And, during a pandemic, it is downright impossible.
Imagine quarantining in a 250 square foot apartment with hundreds of rolls of toilet paper. It must be an amazing sight to behold. My apartment is bigger than 250 feet. I’m just using that marker for illustrative purposes. For sad illustrative purposes. There comes a point where one has to just bite the bullet and start using up the stockpike. No way around it.