how can it be
“This September, one of my good friends got married. I got to play at her wedding and see my sister and friends from college—the entire weekend was a blur of happiness.
Before that weekend, I knew I was lonely, but after I landed in Nashville again, it hit me much harder than before. As I drove home, such emptiness engulfed me. I felt my smallness: a single individual in a small car, speeding down the interstate with hundreds of others around me who didn’t know me and wouldn’t, people with their own lives and families and friends, unaware of me or my deep sadness. It felt like there was nothing for me.”