Back in May I moved from Brooklyn, where I had two roommates (Streeter and Sharon) to Manhattan, where I’m living by myself in a studio apartment. All in all, I’m really happy with my move. I like being close to work, and I like the privacy and coziness of my own apartment. There is one thing though that I’ve realized: no matter how happy you feel, everything you do in a studio apartment seems sad. This is especially true with cooking.

For instance, I had to stop making tuna sandwiches for dinner because squeezing fishy water out of a can all alone in an apartment just felt really pathetic. Even if I’m having a great time mushing mayonnaise and tuna together in a large bowl, it just seems really lonely somehow. Placing a solitary piece of cheddar cheese on a roll doesn’t help.

However, I do think I need to get over this false impression of sadness. In a way, avoiding meals like tuna is causing me to make even more depressing food choices… Like tonight, I just finished a dinner of cold, leftover Thai takeout and Cheez-Its.