I love my boyfriend, but damn do I wish there was a more convenient way to get to his place, and vice versa. There are several different ways I can go to get to his house, but all of them involve at least two transfers, ranging between an hour to an hour and a half travel time. And while, of course, it’s worth it, it sure would be nice if we didn’t live quite so far away from each other.
I can go bus, bus, bus; I can go bus, walk for about 20 minutes, shorter bus, bus; I can even go bus, boat, bus. Regardless of the route I choose, there’s bound to be some waiting around and the risk of missing one of the transfers and having to wait even longer. It kind of sucks.
We want to move in together. There’s no feeling much worse than finishing a date night and then having to go home our separate ways. We say it all the time: I wish we had a home to go back to together.
But the truth is, we can’t afford it. We live in a very expensive city, and even with me working full time now, I’m still not making enough to live by, certainly not enough to rent by. And it’s the most frustrating thing ever. I can’t afford to live in my own city. I can’t afford to live with the person I love.
I don’t want to have to live paycheque by paycheque, but I also can’t stand living like this for much longer. It’s driving me insane. And I’m not sure there’s much I can do about it; we can’t make the housing market crash, or prices go lower, and we can’t make wages go up.
He’s looking for full time work now, and we hope that we’ll be able to manage something once he does, but we may not. Two full time jobs may still not be enough for any kind of decent life, and that’s a scary thought. What has the world come to?
With everything that’s happened this week, all I can ask is – what has the world come to?