I wish I could live in this New York apartment. I wish I could be clean and tidy. I wish my fat labrador didn’t shed hair, that my blind husband didn’t drag dirty fingers along walls as he walks through the space, that I always manage to spill a drop or two of my coffee as I traverse the kitchen. I wish I could live in this white wonderland. White walls, white floors, white and light furniture. I wish that powder room was mine. I could live happily just in that powder room. I wish I didn’t shed hair like my dog. I wish I had a cleaning lady. I wish I lived in this New York apartment. Sigh… I wish. By .