I almost have my dream job. I consider a dream job to be something that I’m good at, I enjoy, pays enough and that helps others. My work is emotionally fulfilling and delightful most days. It took me many years to develop my skills to the point of being excellent at what I do. But...it doesn’t pay me enough to live in this crazy ass city. It pays fairly decently and that’s what bothers me so much. I’m racking my brain as to how I can stay here and do the work. I don’t want to give up the one job I’ve ever liked and that I’m good at. I think I’ll figure it out but it’s been making me feel really depressed. I’m trying not to let it.