“Now this is an absolute true story. I rented an apartment in Manhattan that was completely massive. I’m very choosy with my leases. I saw about 14 of them before I picked it, and this one was just HUGE – about 18-20 feet wide, 15 feet high, and perfectly striped and everything! I just thought, ‘Oh my God, this is so ideal. I can make it my own.’ And then, the only thing that I was really looking for in a roommate, because I only rent apartments, was someone that made me feel 100% comfortable with all kinds of the things that I’m no longer comfortable with. I just feel incredibly comfortable with my roommate. She’s like the background color of my apartment. She’s extremely beautiful and very present and able to relate to me. I don’t need money. I don’t need rent. I just want somebody to exist in that apartment with me. And if she does that, I have every intention of making the arrangement last for the long term. Because, honestly, I like my apartment, even though it’s a little on the messy side.
I feel comfortable coming home at night and either crawling on my knees to climb the stairs or sitting on the couch and having to touch the ceiling to figure out how to put stuff up. I feel comfortable and relaxed in there, and I love it. And I think if I didn’t have this person by my side, it wouldn’t be the same. I mean, I like messy but comfortable. This is pretty new for me. But it’s something that I have this relationship with. I guess I can kind of describe it as … I love my kitchen, and I love my bathroom, and I love my living room. But I’m really comfortable in this.