Ive recently been meditating on the idea of growth. In New York City it is very difficult to afford a home in the area in which you work. I work in midtown where the average 1 bedroom costs the grand total of one miiiillion dollars. Apartments in my area of prospect heights are anywhere between 500,000 and 1 million dollars.
Traditionally lives follow this growth path: ill start in the middle-marriage, home, baby, another baby, retire. All of these seem so far away. I couldn't possibly imagine the ability to afford a home. $30,000 in school loans and making barely enough to pay that down plus the growing living costs of the city i feel entirely overwhelmed. Things tend to work out for the best but I can't help feeling a little, i don't know, despondent.