I lived alone in New York City for a good amount of time before I got married. My favorite apartment was a tiny (small closet tiny) studio with an exposed brick wall on 87th St. between 1st and York. It was beautiful, and it was mine. I could have cereal with a glass of wine for dinner, pad thai with my coffee for breakfast, or watch the food network all Saturday in my pajamas if I felt so inclined. Good. Times.

Living alone was really good for me (self reliance), but living with someone even better (love, a family). To say the least, this video spoke to me and made me laugh hysterically at the same time.

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