At the age of 33, I finally decided it was time to live alone. Up until now, I've lived with parents, best friends, ex-husband, and one awesome Craigslist dude, it was time to shed my companion crutch and go out on my own.
One ridiculously expensive broker's fee later (good-bye, new A.P.C. fall wardrobe — I guess I never could afford you anyway), I secured a teeny-tiny (380 square feet!) rent-stabilized studio on a most pristine block in Brooklyn Heights.