Greetings From China

No, the title of this post does not mean that I've taken my superhuman ability to teach English to the land of the dragon. What I'm referring to is the neighborhood on the Island of Manhattan that I've managed to secure adequate housing.

I had a tough choice to make. Move into an $1100/month apartment in Chinatown, or into a $600/month apartment in Queens both of which are equidistant from my place of work at a law firm near Grand Central Station. Because I am an idiot, and perhaps inherited an inability to make wise financial decisions in the short-run, I chose the former.

I imagine the things I could've done, or the items I could've purchased with an extra $500 a month, and I start to panic. To combat this guilt, I use a fairly simple logistic tool to soothe myself back into a state of serenity.

My current room is just big enough for a small bed and desk. My room in Queens would've been much larger, which means I would've bought expensive items with which to furnish it, and would've been spending more in the long-run. And by long-run, I mean two months maximum.

At the conclusion of two months friends, I will have thought up another device with which to trick myself into a false state of contentment. In the meantime, I've managed to lose my camera, so apologies for no photographic whirlwind tour of my neighborhood, which by the way is SO INSANE!!!