02
Jul
Today I moved for the third time in a month. The suitcases are starting to look as tired as I feel.
Tonight I am back in the shoebox (as I have affectionately dubbed my
subletted apartment). With two other women. And their 12 suitcases. In one room. With one air mattress.
I’ve heard that people in New York bitch about the same few things.
1) Being broke
2) Having a crappy job
3) Overpaying for an undersized apartment
4) Being single
I’ve also heard that once a New Yorker has found a solution to
these four problems, that there is nothing left for them in this vast and wonderous city. And then they move.
One down, three to go.
