Posted on Friday, 10 August 2012

I’ve lived alone for 29 years. 

I have old acquaintances. A high school friend recently had open-heart surgery and I made her an Italian soup that she loves. But we rarely get together. 

I’m a child immigrant caught between two continents. My parents are both deceased and I miss them terribly. I’m very close to my brothers. 

I never needed a confiding friendship and always spurned girlish coalitions.

I do feel lonely, from time to time, but I never wish my life were different. It’s the life I chose. 

I’m grateful to be an American citizen, whose live-and-let-live ethos made it possible for me, with adequate means, to support myself.