When I graduated from college, I knew that I wanted to live alone. It wasn't the wisest financial decision — I had accepted one of those resume-building editorial assistant jobs that pay a borderline living wage — but after living with roommates for four years, I had had it with other people. I wanted to come home at the end of the day to an apartment that looked exactly the same as it had when I'd left. Given my budget, and the fact that I was planning on living in Brooklyn, that apartment was bound to be a studio.
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