Kendrick has a friend who once said that New York City takes all the basic facets of normal human existence away from you, and then sells them back to you one at a time as luxuries. Want a bathroom that fits more than one person at a time? That’ll cost ya. A bedroom door? Five hundred extra per month. Don’t even ask about closets; you don’t get those unless you work on Wall Street.
via this morning’s beautiful post by Jordan Reid on Ramschackle Glam
This could not be more true.
Moving from NYC to Chicago I was thrilled to have more space. But even here, luxuries come at hefty price.
No I don’t have granite countertops or a normal sized stove, our radiators are loud, and I have to do my hair in our office,
but I do have the city
and I have decided that its an even trade to hate my kitchen when I have a hundred restaurants that I love just a few minutes away.
But with that being said,
in our next place I am willing to give up spending money and live a little broke in exchange for a dishwasher or in-unit laundry
(and extra broke for both).
