Over the weekend, I moved into a new apartment. This place has everything: a pool, three hot tubs, a washer/dryer, and an actual bedroom! Not to mention it’s even cheaper than my small studio I’ve been living in for the past two years. “She’s hit the jackpot!” you’d say. “She has it all!!” So why do I feel like I’ve given something up to move out to the ‘suburbs’? I was thinking about that the other night, and I guess I just didn’t realize how much I’d turned into a true city dweller.