Getting old, check. Living with myself, check.
Quite happy with the situation. I get the occasional visitor, and if I want to see people I can go out. I even have relations in town.
I get to do whatever I like when I'm at home. I couldn't be more happy. Or could I?
I have been living alone since the early 1980's. At first it was very frightening but as time went by I adjusted to and even began enjoying it. But as I age I find that I would like more companionship if only to have someone to talk to, or to go to dinner with, or to...