May 15, 2019-
When I first awake, many mornings, I contemplate a feeling of increasing isolation here. The Western states, especially the Southwest, have an ambiance of anonymity- or perhaps that is just the reality of apartment/ head for the garage and lower the door living, anywhere This is what greets me, with the dawn.
Once up and at ’em, my social media shows that, from the safe distance of behind the screen, my friends are with me. Most have their own agendas and schedules, and I was raised to not intrude on anyone’s space. I have to appreciate that I have friends at all, so our correspondence is much appreciated.
I tend to be quiet, but also very intense in my feelings. I tend to care greatly, even about relative “strangers”, but do not often verbalize my caring. This combination does not always serve me well, particularly when in certain local restaurants. Besides,older single men are not received well by everyone, when taking up a table. This adds to a feeling of isolation, as I have indicated in past posts. In my own case, though, it’s probably better for my physical health-as the establishments in question offer largely high-calorie fare.
It occurred to me, this morning, that the problem is not so much that I am wearing out my welcome here, as that what I need is to end my own isolated living situation and find a small community of people who support one another, not by appointment or scheduled time, but intentionally, naturally. This is what I miss about the little team of which I was a part, until April 3. This is what I miss about the hostels where I stayed last summer; about being with friends and family in Nevada, Philadelphia, Florida and Tennessee; about having been in Korea, a few months ago. There is no easy answer on the horizon, but I know something will surface.