What New Yorkers IM About

This was a recent IM conversation with a friend of mine. A few mingled side conversations have been erased to protect the not-so-innocent.

me: I’m thinking again of moving. I realize more and more that the things I do now are not unique to NYC like they used to be. I am paying a fortune to live here when maybe I don’t need to.
me: Do you know people in other places only spend about $20 per class for agility?

she: it’s kind of amazing isn’t it…
she: they also don’t spend 8 dollars on a box of cheerios.

me: LOL!!! tell me about it

she: where are you thinking?

me: someone yesterday was like “oh but you don’t have to pay for a car and gas, etc. so the classes really aren’t any more for you than they are for the people that have to drive to them.” I said “do you pay $x,xxx* a month for a 400 square foot, 5th floor walkup, one bedroom apt???” Of course not!
me: I keep thinking I might try Chicago. I’d hate the cold, but it is supposed to be so much nicer and cheaper than NYC but still pretty metropolitan. I might even live in the burbs and get a car.

she: woah! a car!
she: that’s a move

me: I know. But it would be easier with the dog really.

she: oh, I’m ready believe me

me: I’m freaked out by the IDEA of not living in NYC, but I bet if I moved somewhere like Chicago, I’d adjust.

she: I know… I’m just ready to upgrade my quality of life

me: exactly! me too
me: oh AND I heard on the radio this AM that NYC is one of the WORST places to get a decent job nowadays. Between that and the high cost of living and interest rates going up, I’m about ready to move ANYWHERE.

she: I believe it.
she: The salaries are not reflective of the real estate prices.

me: then there’s always the overhanging threat of another terrorist attack

she: which leads to therapy bills
she: more money

me: LOL!
me: That would be even funnier if it weren’t true.

she: hahah

me: and here we are being typical New Yorkers, just complaining away about it all. that’s what we all do, you know.
me: and then we stay
me: we’re like crack addicts

she: god, you’re so right… perfect explanation.

*removed for the sake of privacy