“Back in March, when we all thought the pandemic would require a few weeks of hunkering down inside (LOL), I planned to ride out quarantine by myself in my one-bedroom apartment. But entering month two, things felt more dire. So I rented a car, packed up my dog and enough things to last us a few weeks and fled to my parents' house outside of Boston. I immediately felt a sense of safety, because it’s easier to social distance there and I wasn’t completely alone. Before I knew it, I was home for two months and started to see the benefits of living rent-free. So I made the decision to not renew my lease at the end of July. The decision was definitely bittersweet, but New York just didn’t feel the same to me as it had back in January. So many of my friends left for the same reasons and being there just felt kind of sad. After the move was said and done, I felt like a huge weight had been lifted, so I know it was the right decision. Sure, I may feel like I've regressed back to age 18, living with my parents in my childhood home, but things could be much worse. I'd love to return to New York someday in the future but now that I’m saving so much money, it’s hard to think about throwing half my salary away on rent. But who knows. New York has a way of pulling you in, because there’s truly nothing else like it.”