My New York love/hate relationship continues with:
Hate: An NYT article about the challenges faced by the thousands of young people attempting to find their calling in the city every year.
Love: A trailer to New York, I Love You (yes, it’s related to Paris, Je T’aime) which makes my head spin trying to read all the names involved in the ensemble project.
The last time I was this obsessed with wanting to live in a city, I went to school there. So.
I have three words for you: JOB, not school.
(How many more degrees do you need??)
I didn’t mean I was going to school again. I meant when I turn obsessive I might find a way to get there.
Define “when I turn obsessive”…?