October 1, 2014
I survive the rigors of living in New York City because I really don't want to live anywhere else. Yes, my rent may be as much as your mortgage in Northsouthwest Suburb, as you're quick to point out, but I have no need for spacious digs. Other than rent, living here is only outrageously expensive if you drink (I don't), if you insist on expensive food (no thanks), if you're compelled to follow fashion (eye-roll), or if you're too busy giving a fuck what the Joneses do rather than what you do. I'm making it here. I'm not going anywhere.