WHEN I QUIT MY full-time job as the assistant director of a social service agency in 2004, I had no Plan B.
I also had no savings account and no financial cushion whatsoever in my checking account. I had no credit cards and I had a monthly rent in the quadruple digits.
In other words, I was in deep shit.
Between looking for my next job and having occasional freak-outs, I took inventory of my possessions and decided it was time to lighten my load. Here’s the breakdown of what I off-loaded where, and what you need to know about selling stuff quickly in New York City.