Reality shows love the confession booth, where their contestants sit in front of a camera annoyed, teary-eyed, angry, talking about how the situation or their fellow contestants are making their lives miserable.
This is my confession booth.
I tend to exaggerate, but since I’ve been up since 4:00 AM trapped in a studio apartment with a screaming toddler, I feel like I’ve earned the right. So do our neighbors.
1.5 jobs. $1500/mo rent on top of a house in FL that won’t sell. A whole lot extra for insurance every month.
If this were a Cool Home Showdown post, I would give NYC a -1000 right now. Call it complaining, call this whole ‘chasing a dream’ thing stupid, call it having no idea where our lives are headed.
I just know that there are things about City That Never Sleeps that are starting to get old.