I love living in New York City, but it is truly a redonkulous place in both good and bad ways. On the one hand, you have the best of everything at your disposal. On the other hand, you have to work a million hours to pay the exorbitant costs of all of these amazing things. On top of that, New Yorkers live in these expensive, teeny, tiny, little spaces that realtors like to call "cozy." My parents paid less for their 4 bedroom house in Minnesota than I do for my one bedroom apartment (even though I rented during the worst recession this country has seen since the Great Depression). A few days ago, I came across this quiz (yes, quiz, kinda, sorta like the kind you used to take in Seventeen magazine*) about whether someone belongs in New York City (apparently, the key is to be unhappy and to want to be unhappy). Then, N sent me the below video (with accompanying article) about a woman who pays $700 to live in a 90 square foot apartment on the Upper West Side. Redonkulous. But...like most of you reading this blog, I'll continue to live here and be unhappy. But I guess that's ok because I want to be unhappy.
*Apparently, I can be Justin Bieber's Prom date. Can you?
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