Here are two things that I am having a difficult time coping with:
1. Crash pads are like your college dorm room only smaller and with more people who care even less than your average pampered 18 yr old.
2. Unless you live in NYC or the Europe, you must have a car in order to be independent.
The only good thing about said crash pad is that my real house is about an hour and a half away, straight down the turnpike. It's also cheap, which will enable me to buy a car hopefully by my birthday. Which is May 12 - please, mark your calendars.
I'm disappointed because this is my first "big kid" job and I wanted to be someplace where I didn't have to have a car. Everywhere in the States, regardless of whether its blue or red, you have to have a car to be independent. I have no qualms about being dependent on mass transit; however, I cannot afford to live in New York. Penn Station is about 15 minutes away from the airport. Hopefully by the time I'm a senior mama (that's what we call the ladies who've been flying for 30+ years and trust me, there are more of them out there than you think) I just might be able to afford that deluxe apartment in the sky, complete with NO ROOMMATES. It's not my fault that cities in Jersey are holes in the suburban fabric that makes the Garden State the wealthiest in the union. Maybe someday I'll be in a position to make choices to change that. Until then, I'll be sucking down gas at $2.49 a gallon, spending $4.45 in tolls transversing the state from airport to home.