I have had a dream for years, actually a fantasy, that I could reduce my personal belongings down to 4 or 5 suitcases.
August of 2008, Lehman Brothers fell, the Manhattan real estate market skidded to a stop, and I had a team of five whose incomes depended on my production. Preparing for the worst, I thought this would be a great time to downsize, reducing my living expenses by 50%. So I packed up my two bedroom, 2 bath loft (1200 square feet), put the majority of my belongings into my brother’s basement in Pennsylvania and moved to a 330 square foot condo in Hell’s Kitchen.
Well, we are coming up on one year in my studio and I thought you might like to know how the fantasy is doing.
Getting rid of my stuff was the easy part. I actually didn’t get rid of it, since I could travel to PA. and visit my belongings. But it is amazing how little I need around me. I donated 60% of my clothes that I never wear, gave tons of my good stuff out to family and friends for Christmas last year, increased the size of the Staten Island landfill, and kept at my brother’s what I might want to use in a future country home.
Since the space was so small, I furnished the studio with items that could do double duty: the sofa opens into a bed; the long parsons table functions as a desk, dining table, and altar; the Georgian influenced cabinet holds an assundry of items including the TV, travel supplies, books and photos; and the the coffee table/bench serves both purposes. I kept some of my favorite art, those pieces that would fit, and had the apartment painted in a soothing taupe/grey. The place looks pretty good I think and feels like home.
It will be a year this December in my tiny studio and overall it has been a success. It has been an easy process, mostly due to my house cleaner, Lela, who is a saint and comes once a week to clean, iron, and dump out kitty litter. Jeep, my cat, never has a room to get away from me which may explain why he likes to spend so much time drinking water out of the toilet.

So where do you put the kitty litter box in such a small space when the bathroom and kitchen have no floor space to spare? In a side table, of course. I had two Ikea tables that are square boxes on wheels that are without fronts and backs. I then bought a 4″ deep tray that fits the space. To hide the offending sight, I placed an easel that a deceased client left to me with a very old photograph on cardboard of a young child in an elaborate wood frame I found at a flea market. Jeep has plenty of room to enter and do his stuff and the back of the photograph acts as a barrier to flying kitty litter.
I thought I could be the type of person who puts his bed away in the morning and sets it up every night. I’m not. The only time the bed gets put up is when Lela comes on Tuesdays to clean or by some uncommon circumstance I have a guest over. Frankly, two people in the apartment feels crowded.
So, if you like living alone, studio living is not that bad. Next time, I’ll get an alcove so I won’t feel bad about not making my bed.