Hi!
This week’s question is about parents, which is one of my areas of expertise in that I myself have a pair of them. Well, I share them with my stupid brother, but it’s generally agreed that I’m the favorite. I’m sure my parents will corroborate that in the comments below. Anyway, not only do I have parents, but I even saw said parents (cautiously) this past week, which is part of the reason this letter is shorter than previous ones. Another reason is that I’m in the middle of moving apartments for the ~*sixth time*~ in a year, because I just love to move! I love the smell of cardboard. I love carrying furniture up many flights of stairs (see my #buffereveryday fitness policy). And how about that feeling of forking over first month and security to a brand new anonymous management company, hm? Ah. I get fog in my eyes just thinking about it.
But enough with the excuses! This is about you, and your problems, and me telling you what to do about them. Speaking of: whisper them anytime in my attentive digital ear.
Dear Sofia,
Feeling guilty about a move recently because according to my parents I "don't really need to live where [I] do" My job is fully remote and they wanted me to move home to save money. How can I tell them, I literally am never moving back home, without being that harsh? My community and hobbies and friends are down here, and yes I can always find that someplace else but I don't want to. This move was also to prove to myself I have made it on my own, and can afford to no longer live in a tiny studio - I have a bedroom door! But feeling torn as to the offer to live home and save more money. My freedom to me was worth the cost, but am I being too selfish and not thinking into the future enough?
-Tiny Box Dweller
Once, in my storied youth, a man wearing an ascot said I have pretty eyes. So I said, “everybody has pretty eyes,” which was not the right thing to say in that moment, but it was true, and remains so. Anyway, thanks for pointing yours at this newsletter for a while. If you want to give me a shot of seratonin to bolster me through another day of apartment hunting, press the buttons below! <3 S
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Apartment hunting in NYC--ugh. Remember dignity, always dignity. I hope you have read Kafka Was the Rage by Anatole Boyard.