Where everybody knows your name... and your business.

In my year as a nomad, I have had many different living arrangements.

I started the year co-habitating with my ex, and then moved to a huge, old-fashioned studio with frig from 1956.

From there I spent three months living out of a suitcase in Spain and Italy.

When I returned, I lived in a tiny one-bedroom apartment in a 6-floor walk-up (amazing calves to prove it!).

And now I am onto my best gig yet... almost.

I now live in a doorman building, with an elevator on West 9th street. I am cat-sitting for friends who are away for 6 weeks. Its been interesting adopting their lifestyle.

When I walk into the building everyday, the doorman greets me.

When I return from the gym or running, they ask how my workout was.

When I have a package, they notify me.

Its almost like having a roommate, but still getting to live alone. Its a nice 'try-on' for now.

After two weeks of living this way, I don't know that 'doorman life' is for me.

When I am grumpy or half-awake in the morning, I don't want to be cheerful... or have a chipper 'good morning' to remind me that I am not so chipper...yet.

When I order in, I don't want to have to give a restaurant review in the morning or evening.

When I have friends visit, I don't want comments.

And when I have mail or packages, I want to receive them on my own time, not have someone standing over me to see my reaction.

Having a doorman is very much like having a roommate... and for me, this year is all about living ALONE.

Even in a private building, its hard to find your privacy... no matter how much money you pay.