Everyone has if onlys in their life. If only they could find the perfect job, find Mr.Right, lose weight/gain muscle, if only they could get to Paris or buy that pair of shoes/tech gadget then EVERYTHING will be better. Then life will be perfect. Every other pain will simply float away.
In New York, the line I see all the time is "if only I had the right apartment." New Yorkers are relentless in their quest to find this perfect gem of an apartment that has a miraculously low cost and large living space, in a perfect location in the heart of all the action but somehow still quiet and serene. And with a washer dryer unit. How many times have I heard that this new apartment is going to banish all roommate problems, make everything cleaner, improve social lives, banish memories of exes and propel the renter into a state of perpetual bliss? Even I am subject to this dream of the perfect apartment.
But it is so hard in NYC to achieve any of this! Maybe it's the challenge that really inspires the apartment fantasy. each improvement in living space only fuels the fire. if only...
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