|The view from my bedroom.|
This weekend, a friend's neighbor went to an open house in my Brooklyn neighborhood. She was one of 200 people there. 13 people put bids on the apartment. According to this article, Brooklyn is the second most expensive place to live in the United States. Manhattan is the first. I love my neighborhood, but unless I am blessed by some sort of fluke apartment luck (I'm starting to think that rent control in a NYC urban legend) we will not be able to stay here forever. However I'm also starting to think that if 13 people are simultaneously bidding on a million dollar two bedroom apartment, that I don't want to live in that kind of neighborhood, because I'm not that kind of person.
I've been dealing with feeling priced out of New York since I moved here. Being broke and living in shitty apartments is a New York City rite of passage, and seven years later, I can look back on my first few years in New York romantically. I understand why we sacrifice so much to live here and I am proud and happy that I never had my parents paying for my rent so that I could live in a "safe" (ie: trendy) neighborhood. That is what moving to New York is supposed to be like. But while I'm proud of how far I have come, I'm also starting to feel increasingly disheartened by what my city is turning into.
My 20s are over, will living in New York City be over for me soon too? It's hard to say at this point, but I feel like I'm genuinely open to the idea at this moment in my life. And yet, this is the place I've lived for the longest amount of time of my adult life. We've built a community here. Could I really start over somewhere else after seven years? Would it be exciting and rejuvenating, or depressing and lonely?
I'm curious readers, what is your neck of the woods like? Do you want to live somewhere else? Are you happy where you are? Have you ever felt priced out? How long have you lived where you live right now? Let me know in the comments!