The great thing about living alone was that I could sit in my own funk and stew in it unapologetically.  I had the space to wallow in my misery without ruining someone else’s day.  I could drink too much and too early without fear of judgement.  I could Facebook stalk my EX without fear of being caught.  I could put Keyshia Cole’s “I Remember” on repeat and sing emotively at the top of my lungs without shame or inhibition.