My June in NYC.
I love that movie because it’s about two beautiful people living in a “crappy” (the movie’s ideas of crappy apartments are always stunning) apartment and they’re in love and they’re struggling. They’re struggling because their building doesn’t have stairs. Because they’re poor. And in the movies, if your apartment doesn’t have an elevator and a doorman, you’re poor. Like Holly Golightly in “Breakfast At Tiffany’s.” She was a “call girl” and so she lived in a “crappy” Manhattan apartment without an elevator but with an incredibly racist “Japanese” neighbor. Whereas in “Rosemary’s Baby” you can tell that they’re rich because their building has an elevator and is basically The Dakota. I love the movies!
I think living with someone in a small apartment is the ultimate sign of love. Living in a studio apartment is a sign of love AND insanity. It’s just you, your partner, and all of your stuff, in a room. There is no escape and worse, you have to share a bathroom. That’s so much love right there. I hate sharing my bathroom. I hate sharing my stuff. True intimacy is sharing a bathroom, let me tell you, Internet. I remember reading an article where Catherine Zeta-Jones said that she and “Michael” had a great marriage because the secret was that they each had their own bathroom and I remember thinking, “How nice for you.” She also said, of their disappointment with winning a lawsuit that was $6 mil, “Six million is not a lot of money to us.” Splendid!
Do you live with your partner in an apartment? What’s your living situation like? Is there harmony most of the time or is it a secret battle that neither of you wants to admit? Do you have lots of cats? I do.
This post is a part of a series for UMoveFree, a McKinney Apartments and relocation service. All thoughts and opinions are mine, for better or worse.