Back in Hartford after years away

Thirty, I left Connecticut at eighteen swearing I'd never come back, and life laughed at me. Returned last fall after a breakup and a job loss in Chicago. Living with my aunt in South Hartford while I get back on my feet, working at a brewery taproom, and slowly remembering why this place isn't so bad. I want someone who'll remind me of the good parts—the fall foliage, the slow pace, the way people actually hold doors here. I'm a little lost but not broken. I want someone steady, someone who isn't also in the middle of a crisis. Let's be stable together.