Yes, I admit: yesterday’s “Accepting Reality” post was an April Fool’s Day prank. But like most good fiction, it has it’s foundation in some unfortunate truth.
But then, this shouldn’t really be much of a surprise to frequent readers. I love living in New York, but I’ve written several times about how it’s not all rainbows and butterflies.
I wrote yesterday that we couldn’t afford to live in New York, and that’s technically not true… If we stick to our self-imposed budgets, our income will pay for our expenses. But I also said that I moved here wishing for that “weekend getaway” experience every week, which definitely would exceed our income.
Like I said in my recent “Bad Habits” post, I need to practice some serious moderation. I can still get out of the apartment and enjoy myself with friends, but I can’t do it to extremes, and I certainly can’t do it a couple of times a week.
Yes, my job would be more convenient in Charlotte… But fortunately my employer is flexible with me working remotely in New York and commuting in to Charlotte from time to time when appropriate. I balance that by working from home (cheaper for them) and carefully managing my travel expenses, to keep it cost effective for both of us.
Yeah, my social life was stronger in Charlotte — I had six years to build up a group of friends there, compared to only six months here in New York. (Though of course I had four years of weekend visits to NYC to get a head start.) And living in a conveniently located home in a city where everyone drives was certainly more conducive to drop-in visitors than living in New York. But hey, my New York friends are awesome, and I am delighted to get to spend more time with them now that we live here.
One sadly true thing from yesterday’s post is that vacations — even the weekend getaway sort that I enjoy most — are much more difficult to do now. We didn’t necessarily have a lot of disposable income in Charlotte, but we have much less now. It’s also more complicated for Sal to get time away from work now that he has two jobs here.
But if you have to be stuck somewhere, there are worse places to be stuck than New York.
The bottom line is that I was just taking existing (and entirely plausible, sometimes factual) issues and concerns about living in NYC and blowing them out of proportion to make my claim of defeat more believable. Those issues aren’t fake — they’re just not as unbearable as I suggested.
Look, I can’t say for certain that I’ll be living in New York from now through the end of my life. It’s more of a struggle than living in Charlotte was, but the rewards are fulfilling in very different ways. It’s a wonderful experience, and I’m glad that I’m able to live here. If I do need to move away, it certainly won’t be before the end of our lease here.
New York, you’re not getting rid of me any time soon.