The second article (at R5) is whiny:
[quote]I have been embarrassed by this access [to her husband's brother's wife's family's country house], in the same way I’m embarrassed to have parents who have money, which is to say, I find people having things that they did not earn, or people having so much more than most, to be sort of abhorrent without always knowing why I feel that way. Privilege is abhorrent, I think
Well, whatever. We make our own beds with privilege, don't we? Privilege allows people to take up college degrees and careers and standards of living that they cannot support on their own. Privilege pays for embarrassment and feeling bad, too, and for whinging. Complaining about one's privilege is about as productive as jealousy.
The first article, though, touches on the more interesting subject of why people stay in a place. (And why the don't do as R6 suggests.)
It's easy to understand why people would make sacrifices to live in the city that they regard as their favorite in the world. To me the best cities always display the upside of being a place so beautiful, so exciting, so something that people sacrifice to live there. They find a way. And those people who loved the city so much to jump through hurdles to live there often contribute disproportionally to make it a better place, more than many of the people who merely had the luck or coincidence of birth to have begun there.
But there's an adult moment where, short of everything having fallen fantastically into place, a person has to reconsider what they want. Is living in NYC worth decades of financial precariousness, constant scrambling for work, ceaseless efforts "to put oneself out there", lack of stability, of jostling to keep up and stay afloat, the uneasiness of never having enough reasonable sense of security about the things that we do have some control over in life, all the while surrounded by people who burn through more money on laundry services and maid services and gyms and nannies and private schools in one month than another has for an entire budget for three months. NYC is a cruel city in that no matter what one person has, no matter how far up he may have come, no matter how pleased he is, he has only to look around, and very near, who have vastly more, and so on up a seemingly endless ladder. NYC and London and a few world cities are never ending reminders of what one doesn't have. And won't ever.
For fuck's sake, R6 is right, not everyone has to live in their dream city and make themselves as poor as piss to do it, and least of all when a spouse and kids are in the picture. Sometimes a favorite city isn't the best city in which to live. Sometimes the best choice is to concentrate on finding a city that's one or two or three rungs down on the international destination list and to make a life where you can be a part of the place you call home, with some measure of comfort instead of an uphill struggle to now and again get a chance to nibble at the edges of a good thing. Sometimes you have to recognize that what was a dream at one point in time isn't the right dream for another, and that it's time to reshape circumstances and adjust how you do things. That's not failure (unless you stick stubbornly to the idea that you will make it and everything will be easy and comfortable); it's just the maturity of being able to change your sights and do new things.