Every time I escape from HelL.A., even if just for a day or two, I am overwhelmed with the desire to permanently leave this god-awful city. I spend the next few days looking for work and homes elsewhere, only to come to the realization that unless I win the lottery, I'm going to fucking die here. Cities that were affordable only a couple years ago no longer are. Jobs in my field are more and more scarce. So I look for a home here, thinking that at least with a home of our own, we could build equity, have pride of ownership, etc. But this city is a joke. $700K+ for a tiny, crappy 2/1 in a crappier neighborhood and it still needs another $100K to be decent. Don't even get me started on the costs of renting.
So, not only am I going to die in HelL.A., I'm going to die in a tiny apartment with 40-year-old stained, stinking carpets that we stay in because it's the last affordable place in the entire county.
BTW - I realize that I'm lucky to have a roof over my head and that this is a first-world problem.
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