It seems that I have life backwards. I breezed through college flush (thanks padre) shopping whenever I wanted, buying stupid amounts of POM juice and practically throwing money at my sorority.
Now, I’ve moved to one of the most expensive cities in the world, my parents have zero financial sympathy for me and my closet has not met a new friend in a very long time. Why I decided to start living life as a poor college kid at the age of twenty-six is beyond me.
However, during these little pity parties that I throw myself it usually hits me - I live in New York fucking City. Life ain’t that bad.