It looks like the world is our oyster: we can choose between either a slightly decent amount of living space with gang grafitti and peeling paint in the common areas of the complex, or a nice complex in a decent area, but with drastically reduced square footage.

So off I go to throw away everything I own.

I came home today, sat in a corner of the living room, and said goodbye to the view. And then I cried.

And then I laughed at myself, because over 99% of the world's population would kill to have my "problems."

Namaste, boys and girls.

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