Once upon a time there was a girl with a perfect city life. She lived in a beautiful big city apartment with hardwood floors and giant windows overlooking everything. She could go on the roof and watch planes fly in while she drank wine. She worked at a big company and rubbed elbows with international honchos. She drank happy hour margaritas with her friends and went shopping for sundresses and heels with them on weekends. Oh, and she had a very handsome boyfriend who held her almost every night.
Sound pretty good, right?
This is not that story. That is the girl I was.