My parents are starting to worry that I will never get the chance to find a partner. They will probably retire soon and they want to become expats in Southeast Asia, leaving me at home without any family support besides the dogs. I’m waiting on a miracle, it feels. Today I emailed about volunteering at a book sorting warehouse but they haven’t replied yet. It sounds friendly and quiet and was the lightest opportunity I could find. My best friend who moved away has been volunteering at the food bank. I bought some online sales to get new house slippers for my mom and I. It would be nice to work out, volunteer, and attend support groups. Feels lonelier since my BFF moved. It feels like treating myself is my way of trying to cope. Love the holiday season for the food.