Millennials who are absolutely killing it find shoe-box studios on the upper west side in Manhattan, or decide to share a loft in Dumbo or Williamsburg. They enjoy the city life, replete with clubs and live music and a cornucopia of choices for good late night grub.
They’re wise to go after what they want. I imagine they’re also happy to have gotten it. They have a relative proximity to the big city, to Broadway, to the place where Sinatra said “If I can make it there, I’ll make it anywhere.” Possibly more relevant, they’re “where concrete jungles are made of,” as Jay Z and Rhinna dubbed it. But, have they really left the dorms? Sharing a tiny, paltry apartment in a hip neighborhood is cool. Maybe? Is it foolish? Definitely.
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