Once this pandemic hit, all that fiscally responsible shit went out the window. I’m sequestering alone. I’m anxious. I’m sad. I’m scared. I’m lonely. Cooking and eating comfort me.
Every year I ride out a storm or two solo, and every year I swear to myself it’s the last time. I’ve been single for longer than I care to admit. I don’t need a boyfriend to complete my life, but I do crave companionship. There’s a difference between being alone and feeling lonely. Most times it’s better to have a plus one, but I’m fine doing things alone: attending movies and concerts, going on vacation, and living alone. Loneliness […]