I’m not leaving my friends anymore.
The fact is, it’s time for me to get away from the friends I have in my life.
I am leaving my hometown.
For the first time in my adult life, I have no one to talk to, to listen to, or to be around.
I have moved away from my friends in the city, my family in the suburbs, and my friends and family in other parts of the state.
I want to go to college, but my parents can’t afford it, and I can’t take a full-time job because of my disabilities.
My friends and loved ones are my greatest treasure.
They were there for me, always.
My old friends were there too, and if they had a problem with me, they were there to help.
They loved me and my sisters, and they were the ones who cared for me when I needed them most.
I had no idea that when I started college, I would leave my old life behind me.
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I feel connected to my community and my people.
I see them as my true friends and confidants, and as my new neighbors.
And now, as a single adult, I am getting to know them better, to understand them better and to feel closer to them.
I’m learning about each person’s life story, their strengths and their weaknesses, and how they fit in with my own.
I’ve learned about them, and now I am learning more about myself.
I started this journey to live more authentically.
I wanted to do what I love, and that is to make friends and make friends of people who love me, too.
The other day, I came across a post about a man named John who has been living alone in his apartment for over a year, and who is working on becoming more self-sufficient.
John is a single father of two children, ages 10 and 6, who was struggling to keep his apartment clean and maintain his home.
I was intrigued by John’s story, so I contacted him.
John said he was happy to talk about his life.
He has a good job, but he is struggling with bills and other financial obligations.
He is also struggling with mental health issues.
I also talked to another man named Sam, who said he had no friends outside of his family.
I contacted his mother to see if she would consider sending him to college.
Sam is a self-described “sugar daddy” who has also had an abusive relationship.
He had been living with his father for almost 15 years, and he said that he was scared that his father would kill him if he left.
He also said that the violence he experienced in his father’s home had been very similar to what he has experienced from his abusive ex-husband.
My goal in writing this post was to give you some perspective on what it’s like to be a single, adult male living alone.
I didn’t expect to get any responses.
What I did receive was a huge outpouring of support.
Many of my friends, colleagues, and even people I knew and worked with were all in on the idea that it was time for John to go.
I heard from so many different people about their own struggles.
I also got to meet people who have moved out of their homes and into new cities because of homelessness.
There are plenty of other reasons to live alone, but for me the biggest was the realization that it is not going to be easy.
I still have to work, but I can afford to do so and I don’t have to take any of the risks of a new home or a new job.
I don to make a change to my life to help someone else.
I just want to be happy.
I love to go out and enjoy the company of others, and to be with friends.
And I am grateful for my friends who have been supportive and helpful to me.
I think of my life as a journey, not a destination.
And that’s why I am so excited to start my new life.
