Adult friendships are hard. Yet in this time of the pandemic, they are more important than ever. Everyone I know is experiencing some form of loneliness, anxiety, unease.
You’d have to be living in a cave not to feel the uncertainty and sadness accompanying this period when there are more than 160,000 dead from the disease. We are in and out of quarantine, our daily routines are upended, there is economic hardship all around and we’re watching our children suffer from disturbed schooling and socialization. Even Michelle Obama, who I admire greatly for her humor, strength and determination, admitted this week that she’s suffering from low-level depression.
One year ago, we moved to the Santa Ynez Valley from the San Francisco Bay area. After the moving vans rolled away, the garage was so packed we could barely move between rows of boxes.
It had been a long, dispiriting day watching our life’s possessions being handled with the delicacy of airplane baggage handlers, then rudely hauled-off by trucks.
