Admittedly, I was naive and idealistic when coming to New York. Thoughts of cocktail parties, fancy dresses, high paying salaries requiring little to no work flitted through my head as, stepping on board my plane for New York, I envisioned my future "Sex and the City" lifestyle. Even the people who "struggled" in their poor accommodations always went out to dinners, drinks, and eventually revamped their apartments (which, by the way, are always huge) in the movies. So imagine me arriving to discover work is required for the little pay I receive, apartments take over 50% of my monthly salary, and in order to afford my "rock and roll lifestyle" of living under a roof in Manhattan with 3 other people, I couldn't go out to dinner or drinks let alone buy decent food to cook at home.
After one year I am still in debt from moving into Manhattan and I've decided enough is enough. I've finally started my 401K because unless someone is taking the money out of my hands, I will find some way to spend it. This way it's not even close to my tempted little fingers. In addition to attempting to save for my future, I've decided the easiest thing to cut is food. Frankly, I can't afford booze, I can't afford to buy new clothes, and I really can't afford food. So after cutting out clothes and alcohol, all I have left to cut it food. Well, what's cheaper than oatmeal, cereal, yogurt, and apple crisp (made with apples from work)? Not a whole lot. This is my life as a New Yorkers. Poor, sober, hungry, crowded, and antisocial.
I really think I ought to move...
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