Confessions of a Homebody

Sometimes I think about all the activities that I like to do, and it worries me a bit. I play tennis (singles), run, and ride my bike. I’ve recently picked up golf; I love to read, cook, and I am a writer. All of these things are mostly done alone. Of course you can argue that golf is usually played with two or more people, and I could ride my bike with a group, but I’m actually completely happy doing these things alone. With the onset of Covid, I know there was a collective sigh of relief from people who loved to be at home, either alone or with their immediate family members.  Because it became acceptable. There was no where else to go. There was no pressure to plan, to party or to post. But now that the pandemic seems to be over, maybe we can all agree that being alone isn’t a such bad thing.