Bear Creek strolls and real talk

Twenty-nine and recently divorced, which sounds heavier than it feels. The split was amicable and overdue, and honestly the weirdest part is just learning how to be a person by myself again. I've been walking the Bear Creek Greenway most evenings, headphones off, just thinking, and it's been good for me. But there's a difference between being comfortable alone and wanting to stay that way. I'd like to meet someone patient. Someone who doesn't need to be entertained every second. I cook too much food for one person, I laugh at my own jokes, and I have strong feelings about which taqueria on Front Street is the best one. That's a hill I'll die on.