My wife and I can’t afford to stay in New York – and our recent house hunting has brought on an existential crisisYou know how the story goes. Girl meets girl; they fall in love; they buy some sperm and have a baby; they realise that staying in their one-bedroom apartment in Manhattan for very much longer is a recipe for disaster. They need to move, but unless they suddenly get jobs at a hedge fund, or wangle a trust fund, they can’t afford anything decent in New York and will have to relocate somewhere cheaper.