Single Living

Roughly a week ago I took the plunge. For almost every one of my 24 years on this Earth I have had a roommate. Whether it was my brother, Amy, or one of the countless college roommates, I've never been able to do naked push ups in peace and quiet. Now the time has come!

I was curious to live by myself. I had heard good things from people who had done it before and I felt that I would enjoy it as well. Not to mention my time may be running out for single living (as I am a hot commodity on the hot-philly-celeb-singles list).

I found a 1 bedroom in Fishtown, on Girard Ave. A couple blocks East of the Girard el stop, the apt. is convenient, cheap (650 a month, including utilities & internet), and in a more low key location than my previous homes in the Gayborhood and Chinatown.

The only conceivable downside so far is that I don't have a lot of things. For example I brought zero groceries from my old place, 1 set of cutlery, 1 old Jewish woman's plate, and a red spatula my grandmother put in my Christmas stocking. Now this isn't necessarily bad, and I have been able to get around this issue by having roommates before, but now my simple living style and it's flaws have been exposed.

The lack of dinnerware forced me to get creative, or desperate depending on how you look at it. Pots have become my cereal bowls and to make pancakes I needed to use 16 tablespoons in place of a measuring cup. But dammit if I didn't make some good flapjacks.

Sure my apartment needs a few more items, but on the bright side I have a whole lot of floor space for my naked push ups.

Single living, check.