Despite what many of my friends think, life is harder when you’re living on your own. The first thing I wanted to do when leaving my parents house was to move in with a bunch of friends while attending college in town. But, after living with my friends for a few months, all I wanted to do was move out and live on my own. And, just a year later that dream came to fruition when I found an affordable studio apartment just a short walk from campus. I thought I would be the happiest I had ever been in my life, but I quickly grew sour to the constant solitude. One of the most terrifying moments of my life occurred during this period one night while eating and watching TV on my couch. I started to choke on a piece of food and fear grew to sheer frantic panicking in just seconds, immediately assuming this would surely be my demise. Thankfully, just moments later I was able to dislodge the food after enough forceful coughing. Now that I’m married and living with my wife, this is one less concern I have in my life. Plus, we can work together to find solutions to problems in both our individual and shared lives. When we bought a house together, the process of finding contractors was so much easier having another person there to strategize with. We had to find a company to install a new HVAC system, complete with new ductwork and a new air handler and condenser unit. We compiled a list of local companies and then split it in half, each calling a different chunk of numbers. By the end, we were able to narrow it down to three suppliers; once we reached that point, we scanned reviews and posts on social media to weed out two of the three companies until we found the one we wanted to partner with. I have my wife to thank for making all of this possible.