Another part of me says the writing on the wall is pretty ominous. However, this is the closest I've come to thinking it might become a real necessity to get out. I've always thought NYC would sustain me-I have a great apartment, I've lived here all my adult life, and it truly fees like a haven. I've always written off that notion of escaping the US, thinking it was a drama queen thing to say, and not very practical or appealing.
