Living alone doesn’t mean living without people.
It just means you have to be a little more intentional.
There’s no one passing in the hallway. No one sitting on the couch when you get home. No “What’s for dinner?” moments that spark casual conversation.
So you reach out, with intent.
Sometimes that’s a message.
A dumb meme. A “saw this and thought of you.” A photo of whatever you just cooked, even if it’s toast.
Sometimes it’s a call.
To a friend. A sibling. A parent. Not always long. Not always deep. Just checking in, hearing a voice, being heard.
Sometimes it’s inviting yourself over.
“Mind if I stop by for lunch?” With a supermarket stop on the way so you’re not empty-handed.
They say yes, because they’re glad you asked. Because they were thinking of you too.
You don’t need to talk to someone every day.
But if you care about the relationship, it needs a little oxygen.
A little effort.
A little presence.
It’s not about being social.
It’s about staying connected—on your own terms.