I first lived alone from 2016 onward after moving to the midwest for a job opportunity, along with my girlfriend who had been hired at the same company a month or two prior. Since we had only started dating 7 months prior to this, we didn't feel it was time to move in together. That turned into years of living out there and having our own spaces but still spending every weekend together (I traveled a lot for work anyway). I grew very accustomed to it and it also meant we never fought and always had time to ourselves.
Long story short, her parents never approved of us being together (her traditional Ecuadorian mother didn't like that I was shorter than her daughter and not already a doctor etc.), we broke up, and then spent the next year still seeing each other and hooking up every couple of months. This whole ordeal including the hooking up period lasted about 4 years.
In March of this year, at around the 1 year mark of the break up, I finally moved back home (she had already done so a few months before that, unrelated to me thinking of moving), and since I had had enough of being lead on, I told her off around the same time and looked forward to 2020 being a fresh start.
In many ways it was, but I've only met one other person due to the pandemic and that was short lived, so needless to say, this experience left me feeling so alone out in the midwest and it continued after moving home back to Florida.
I am so ready for this to be over so I can start dating again and not feel so isolated. After so long, I'm kind of itching to share a space with someone. If I can stick to the routines that have made me healthier and happier this year, then that would be the best. The independence is great but the loneliness at night is really grating after a while.