La Dolce Veto

I don’t blame them. Living with me since the end of my term has been like living with an elder who keeps to her bedchambers, asking for food to be sent up and only periodically coerced out of the house for a few minutes of sunshine.

It didn’t make sense to keep my LA apartment when I was first elected, so I moved back in with them.

I was always working when I was home anyway, and I could barely afford my DC apartment as it was.

With the private security, the flights back and forth, my wardrobe that was always meticulously critiqued, there was barely enough of my congressional salary left over to afford food, and I didn’t have generational wealth to fall back on like many of my colleagues.