I spent 24 hours in Philadelphia over the weekend, a very long overdue trip for a dear friend's birthday. The interesting thing when you leave NYC is you discover that everyone is not only almost married but they own real estate. Owning your apartment in NYC is,....... well......., I don't really know anyone who owns. My apartment is rent stabilized so it's "cheap" by NYC standards. Of course, the hot water goes out on the coldest of days and I just discovered that there is indeed an electrical outlet in my bathroom after 3 years of drying my hair in the kitchen/hallway but you New Yorkers understand. The crazy thing is that I'm happier in my current apartment, barely 350 square feet than I was in any of my previous, gorgeous far less humble abodes (Walk-in closet and marble whirlpool bath). Alden Park in Philadelphia, for instance, had an indoor pool from the 1930s with a roof that rolled back. Boy those were the days!!! I'm anxiously awaiting the arrival of some furniture tomorrow that will complete the renovation of my "fabulous" studio. NYC is a parallel universe.