Vanessa Csordas-Jenkins is a junior at New York University studying acting. She wasn’t happy with her dorm situation, so she moved out. Normally this would not come onto your radar, being, as it is, irrelevant, but here it is in the New York Times anyway.
In truth, it does hit a lot of the outrage-internet pressure points we’re all finely attuned to: New York City, apartments in New York City, college students, New York City college students, privilege, people agreeing to let New York Times reporters document their privilege, and #whitegirlproblems.
A couple of our favorite passages:
If a roommate was in the living room, the noise kept her awake. Ms. Csordas-Jenkins — who had received a diagnosis of a sleep disorder five years ago — was exhausted and cranky.
“I checked the box that said are you willing to pay more, because I need to be a healthy person,” she said. “That request was denied. Presumably there were no open spaces, which was understandable, but certainly didn’t help me any.”
Earplugs combined with a white-noise machine were not enough. “It was impossible for me to live comfortably in that situation,” she said.
The cost of that room was $6,090 per semester, incidentally.
For $1,795 a month, a ground-floor studio on Sullivan Street was perfectly located, though tiny and dark. The entry was through a narrow gated alleyway.
“I was unhappy in my dorm situation,” Ms. Csordas-Jenkins said, “and it would be pointless for me to move into a dark little hole that I wouldn’t be happy in, just because it was my own.”
A hole of one’s own.
On East 25th Street, near Second Avenue, a studio in the back of a small 1920 walk-up building with a sleeping loft was available for $1,950 a month. Ms. Csordas-Jenkins, an aspiring actress who is studying theater and dramatic literature, liked it but thought it was too far from campus.
She knew she would fret about rising early enough for class.
“It seemed like the potential for a really stressful situation for me if I woke up late and had to wait for the train,” she said. She also wanted to avoid the sirens that came with proximity to the hospitals along First Avenue.
Actually, you know what? I could probably just copy and paste the whole thing in here. Why don’t we save ourselves all some time and just go read it over there. Then throw ourselves out the window of our shitty apartments an hour plus by train from where we work. If we’re lucky enough to have windows.