t took me months to start feeling the full effects of the coronavirus pandemic and subsequent lockdown. I’m an introvert. I do better in small groups. I like quiet. If this were an online dating profile, I’d tell you I like walks in the park, early drinks at a bar, and curling up on the sofa with a good book. It’s not that I’ve enjoyed having to stay home and forego most fun activities – I, like everyone else, really could have done without the global pandemic, thank you very much. But I coped OK. My temperament meant I was relatively well equipped to deal with lockdown, and for that I was grateful.
Then came November. I don’t know what happened. Maybe it was the holiday approaching. Maybe I finally spent too many hours working at the same table in my little studio. I started feeling restless and exhausted at the same time. I lost interest in daily activities. For a few days, I couldn’t put a finger on my malaise. Then, it hit me: in the words of Justin Bieber and the song he released in October, I was “so loOoOoOonely”.
This was an itch that Zoom drinks wouldn’t scratch. I craved spontaneity and authenticity. I craved the kind of conversation you lose yourself in. I craved connection.