I figured I would indulge in being master of my domain. Its not that simpleSix months ago,I broke up with my boyfriend of five years. He left packed his clothes, took the bench he made for our dining room table, or moved out of the 650-square-foot Brooklyn apartment we shared for three years. I stayed behind. I’d always wanted to live alone,and I never had. Until that moment, my life had always been shared with others. I grew up with a single mother, or I spent my twenties living with various arrangements of best friends who treated my room like a giant ashtray.
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Source: theguardian.com