My own apartment! No roommates! West 112th and Amsterdam! No roommates! Around the corner from The Cathedral of St. John the Divine! (wait, is that a good thing?) Across from a post office! And a bookstore! No roommates! A couple blocks from campus! No roommates! (This is where telling the housing office that you are a recovering drunk and drug addict and you don’t want to live with anyone who drinks or does drugs in the house helps out.) My own room. In New York City. Anytime in August. Damn, this is happening.