Interviews by Alexander Samaha... HEAT
GRANT GUSTAFSON, 30, VIA STRUM, WIS.... MY BROKEN HEART
CATE GUYMAN, 25, VIA SAN FRANCISCOI moved to New York because
my furnace died. I was living alone
in a rural schoolhouse that was
one big, drafty room and working
as much as I could because
of how cold it was at my house. One
night, I got home from waiting tables,
and ice had formed on dishes in
the sink. The next morning, I packed
up and left.
I bought a one-way ticket to New
York. I stayed with a Russian man
in Flatbush whose kitchen was full of
ants and got a job framing pictures.
I’ve framed Picassos and Warhols
and an O’Kee e! It was nerve-
racking, but I’m at home working
with art. I just signed a lease on
a commercial space. A ceramics
studio has been my goal for
10 years. Last summer, I went back
to see the schoolhouse. And of
course, the furnace wasn’t actually
broken. It had just run out of gas.I started dating Isaac my senior
year of college. We ended up totally
falling in love.
And then all of a sudden, it was
me, him and my three roommates
in a two-bedroom apartment. Isaac
was unhappy. He needed a reset.
So he pulled the rug out, dumped me
and moved to New York.
I thought he was the one. I was
just so broken. Every day I would
pass our Saturday breakfast place.
The whole city was full of ghosts.
My friends were moving, too, and
they were like, ‘‘Cate, come with us.’’
When I got to New York,
I would look for Isaac everywhere.
I would see a tall blond man,
and think, Oh, my gosh, is that him?
Months in, I was on my way
to one of these online dates I’d been
experimenting with, and I actually
saw Isaac, who also seemed to
be on a fi rst date. At fi rst I was totally
crushed. But then I realized how
uncomfortable he looked, and it just
made me laugh.Interviews by Alexander Samaha... HEAT
GRANT GUSTAFSON, 30, VIA STRUM, WIS.... MY BROKEN HEART
CATE GUYMAN, 25, VIA SAN FRANCISCOI moved to New York because
my furnace died. I was living alone
in a rural schoolhouse that was
one big, drafty room and working
as much as I could because
of how cold it was at my house. One
night, I got home from waiting tables,
and ice had formed on dishes in
the sink. The next morning, I packed
up and left.
I bought a one-way ticket to New
York. I stayed with a Russian man
in Flatbush whose kitchen was full of
ants and got a job framing pictures.
I’ve framed Picassos and Warhols
and an O’Kee e! It was nerve-
racking, but I’m at home working
with art. I just signed a lease on
a commercial space. A ceramics
studio has been my goal for
10 years. Last summer, I went back
to see the schoolhouse. And of
course, the furnace wasn’t actually
broken. It had just run out of gas.I started dating Isaac my senior
year of college. We ended up totally
falling in love.
And then all of a sudden, it was
me, him and my three roommates
in a two-bedroom apartment. Isaac
was unhappy. He needed a reset.
So he pulled the rug out, dumped me
and moved to New York.
I thought he was the one. I was
just so broken. Every day I would
pass our Saturday breakfast place.
The whole city was full of ghosts.
My friends were moving, too, and
they were like, ‘‘Cate, come with us.’’
When I got to New York,
I would look for Isaac everywhere.
I would see a tall blond man,
and think, Oh, my gosh, is that him?
Months in, I was on my way
to one of these online dates I’d been
experimenting with, and I actually
saw Isaac, who also seemed to
be on a fi rst date. At fi rst I was totally
crushed. But then I realized how
uncomfortable he looked, and it just
made me laugh.6.5.