It seems like every other month Sharon and I talk about leaving New York. Partially, it's about money, but I guess it's about being fulfilled or something. Sharon usually suggests her home of Buffalo, where rent is dirt cheap (I'm looking more into Rhode Island, pictured above with both a beautiful skyline and a glamorous garbage can). Apparently, we're not alone in this line of thinking. New York actually wrote a story about moving away from the city and taking advantage of a decrepit city...Buffalo specifically! It is the type of place we will all live in once the suburbs become a wasteland.
It's hard for me to not consider moving ASAP when I read a story like that. I don't consider myself tied to this city. I'd never move back to Connecticut, which is a terrible place for a child in need of stimulation to grow up. Moving here was about finding myself (vomit) and learning what I'm comfortable with, how much bullshit I can handle and persevere through. I've come to a point in my life where I know who I am as a person, and this self-aware Stuff White People Like cliche can pack his bicycle and novel ideas to any city with a few restaurants and cheap rent. Is a non-corny, worthwhile life still livable outside of New York/Chicago/LA? It is once we stop letting geography inform who we are...but I probably won't know for sure myself for a few more years. Your vice grip can only last so long, New York!
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