I looked at my loan calculations yesterday. I was hit by that wave of anxiety, that panic. I thought, “What the hell have I done. I’m so stupid. I just ruined my life!” And then I took a breath…
I thought about Walt Whitman’s demand, “Give me the streets of Manhattan”. I thought about how beautiful NY will look when it snows. I thought about pretty coats, and good coffee, and how sometimes when I walk in the city the wind blows through my hair in the right direction and I feel like I’m gliding. I thought about having a glass of wine on a fire escape, and ice-skating in Central Park, and movie night with my apartment mates, my friends, my rock. I thought about how happy I am every morning when I wake up and see my girlfriend next to me and how lucky we are to wake up together in this beautiful city!
Am I a hopeless Romantic? Yes. Am I financially screwed? Absolutely. Am I happy? Yes, more than I can say.
For the last time,