For three years, I lived in the East Village on Avenue B in a penthouse, duplex apartment with a fantastic private terrace, three bedrooms, and two bathroom unit. I lived there with my best friend, her amazing black Lab and some revolving roommates. We even had private elevator access that opened onto our floor and our own washer and dryer, but along with this came the responsibility of paying for own hot water. It was a very fun, colorful and social living situation. Eventually I packed up and moved to Europe for six months. When I returned, I was intent on finding a similar living situation. I found my new place--in Soho, on Crosby between Broome and Grand--on Craigslist.