It’s easy sometimes to be tired or cranky about a rainy day or annoyed at random people I have to deal with.
But then it strikes me…
I have a job.
I’m healthy.
I can afford a one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan without selling my body or soul. It isn’t even infested with vermin or insects (at the moment)!
A boy with green eyes loves me.
Next week, I’m visiting my family and new bulldogger in Texas.
My mom used to tell me that red birds are lucky, and I should wish on every cardinal I see.
I still do.
Today I bought a plush, chirping one to keep in my office. Should I feel the need to complain, I’ll give it a squeeze and come to my senses.
I’m lucky, dammit.
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Hi Amanda,
just a quick question: what percentage of your monthly net wage do you spent on your rent in Manhattan?
Hi BaMoo,
I don’t like to talk money on this blog much, but I can say that less than half my monthly income is spent on rent. I don’t really want to say much more than that, but I can tell you that this is not the case for many New Yorkers and wasn’t always the case for me. My rent is a good deal.