It’s my second official day of freelancing at home. Like most things in my life, the reality is not the same as my fantasies. I’d envisioned spending my days creatively pounding away at my laptop in cozy coffee shops sipping café au lait while all the suckers in suits rushed by the window outside.
Instead, I switch on my computer as soon as I hop out of bed before making a pot of Folgers. Then I stay in my pajamas all day, not even pausing to brush my teeth until almost dinnertime (gross, I know). With nobody around to talk to, I’m going a little stir crazy. I miss people.