Oh! Woe is me. According to the New York Times, I’m part of a growing national phenomenon, an “elder orphan”—no spouse, no kids, out here living alone.
So while popular wisdom is telling me one thing, sometimes my heart is telling me another.
It turns out I don’t have my heart set on a modest suburban rambler, but instead, it’s making sense to consider a co-op apartment in a big city.
The dog triggers the next good thing about a city—walking around in it. You’re never really living alone with a dog.