10/13/00: True Love or a Great Apartment?
I was explaining to one of my medium-sized cousins that I was looking for a new apartment, and that the search was a difficult process. “A great apartment in New York City,” I told her, “is like True Love. If you don’t have one, you’re always searching for one. They’re just as hard to find and people are just as likely to get desperate and settle for something a little less than perfect.”
My cousin paused and assimilated this information, then said, “Which would you rather have? True love or a good apartment?”
I opened my mouth like I was going to answer, then closed it again. I thought for a moment. “Well,” I said finally, “it depends on how good the apartment is.”
Pretty sad, don’t you think? I take it as a sign I should move out of this city. I'm thinking London. I mean it. Left Bank on Thames, 2001, baby.
other musings about being sick of it