While growing up, I dreamt of living in the city. Every time my family traveled to New York I would tell my mom and dad "I was destined to end up there." I loved everything about the city. From the constant trail of people to the lights glowing on every street corner; The city screamed happiness and freedom. But like all fast tracked childhood dreams, a shadow was cast and this dream came to a screaming halt when I moved to Washington, DC for two months this summer.

City life was MISERABLE, by miserable I mean definitely not convenient.

Where do I begin? Well, let's start with the city life commute.

When picking a living situation, you want a place close enough to work so you could walk every day, and not have to worry about public transportation. You probably did not realize a myriad of things starting with but not limited to the price of living according to convenience.

"Oh yeah, try to live near Capitol Hill in the Nation's Capitol! It won't be $3000 a month" said no one ever.

The decision was to live just a little further out, and you figure a two-mile walk would not be bad every day. Hey, you vowed to lose weight this summer so this should help, right?

WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

Have you ever tried walking two miles in the DC heat across major roads of oncoming traffic at 8 a.m. every day?! Oh, or when it was sunny upon leaving your studio, but then 5 minutes into the walk it was pouring down rain walking was a chore.

No one could get an umbrella quick enough: drenched.

Oh wait, or when every street was blocked because there was construction, while quickly pulling out google maps to figure out how to navigate around the blocked streets and still be in the office by 9 a.m, did I say drenched!

So then you decided to try public transportation, because hey the Metro can't be that bad, right? Millions of people take the Metro daily, right?

WRONG. WRONG. WRONG.

Public transportation is a wavy lines of mess and confusion-- oh and the smell of urine and body odor. You then decide to take your chaffed thighs and blistered feet any day over the disaster of the DC metro.

But truly, how long could you continue to grocery shop at the local CVS down the road?. Fresh vegetables were becoming a necessity. You need real food and not boxed rice, so your trip to Trader Joe's on the Metro was a reality. There is no direct line on the metro from you to Trader Joe's. You realized this shortly after having to change Metro stops 3 times, and then walk a half mile to the grocery store. You finally had my veggies and bananas and ready to head back.

And then a startling thought flashed through your mind-- how was I getting all this food back to your apartment? You traveled here on the metro, and you only have two hands? After a kind man saw you crying outside Trader Joe's and probably reminisced back to his days of being a newbie in DC, he shared valuable information with you. Putting my groceries in my backpack and carrying the food was the most efficient way to travel.

After your weekly struggles, you figured it would be fun to go out with friends to see what the DC nightlife had to offer for this college intern.

ONE QUESTION FOR YOU UNPAID INTERNS IN DC: How do you afford to go out at night?! Upon entering my first bar and realizing their Bud Light on draft was $8.50 and I didn't even tip the bartender yet-- the fountain of tears started again.

Promptly wanting to go back to you apartment to just sleep off the reality of piss beer being almost as much as a gourmet salad-- you called an Uber.

I was NOT walking.

The metro could KISS my ass.

Uber it was.

Oh wait, I forgot to mention, Uber's in Washington DC are 3x more expensive than anywhere else on God's green earth! So leaving my current expensive situation was even more expensive. Giving in, you called Pops. You informed him between Trader Joe's and Uber he might need to fund your ride home.

In short, living in the city was not glamorous. There were no glowing lights but lots of people. Money is not an option, but a necessity for city life.

You will be tired, broke, sad, sober and hot. Take it from me, your honorary guinea pig.