There is a difference between being lonely and being alone. I can get out and see people whenever I want, and I do. Being suddenly single because my partner died last summer, it feels somehow harder to be alone this time. Different than a breakup. But deep down I know I’m not alone. There’s three other people in my home – my daughter and two housemates. All amazing people I love who love me. How many hugs did I give and receive in Sunday? I’m going to guess around 50, no kidding. These are the anchors I travel back to late at night when I’m tired of studying and I get into bed alone. Lonely? How could I be? Just alone. I have a busy day tomorrow and will see a lot of people. I’m going to focus on hugs. Let’s see how many I can get. I’ll report back tomorrow and let you know.