Living alone can be liberating, maddening, joyful ... lonely. It also might feel very different today than it did several months ago. This episode features stories from people who live alone, telling us how they are doing right now.
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Solitude can be liberating, maddening, joyful, lonely.
It also might feel very different today than it did several months ago.
So modern love the column and the podcast is releasing a special project called alone in a pandemic.
It features stories from people who live alone, telling us how they are doing right now.
Today, we're sharing some of those stories recorded by the people who wrote them.
Hey, my name is Phyllis Coletta.
I'm from Philly now living in Seattle, and as a 63 year old single woman, I am actually the operational definition of invisible.
And actually, it's pretty liberating.
Not a big deal.
I've been living with and serving other people for like 57 of my 63 years on earth, so flying solo, pure bliss, for Christ's sake.
You know, we're not pitiful misfits.
Frankly, I'm actually the envy of plenty of friends.
Like women who can't talk to me on the phone when their husbands are in the same room.
I do whatever I want, whenever I want, and lockdown changes that only about an inch.
So as a teacher, I spend a few hours a day performing virtual root canal, trying to get my kids to engage with a computer.
But in the intervening hours, I do all kinds of cool things.
I run or walk four or 5 miles a day, do exercise classes, meditate, write.
Our greedy, faux busy, hustling, noisy consumer insanity has come to a screeching halt.