I love living with J, really I do. It was a huge and wildly important step in our relationship and it has brought us so much closer a couple. However, I’ve always been someone who needs my own space. Living alone my senior year of college was like a dream come true-I could decorate exactly how I wanted, keep my fridge perfectly organized and jog in place during commercial breaks without being judged. My parents would constantly call and ask “Aren’t you lonely?” and it was all I could do not to laugh. I recently read this article in the New York Times that affirmed my love of living alone. Almost half of all households in major American cities are occupied by a single person, and most adore it. It really is liberating, and it can also lend itself to some pretty quirky habits. There are definitely times when I miss being able to drink champagne in the shower and wear those over-sized ripped sweatpants that I finally threw out the week before moving in with J. At the end of the day, I absolutely prefer the lifestyle and home we’ve created together, but we both appreciate the nights we spend alone (with all our quirky habits). Because let’s face it-champagne really does taste better in the shower.