Surviving a Year Without Touch

I live alone. It’s been a very long year.

Illustration of a person dressed in winter clothes walking alone on the sidewalk with swan necks silhouetting in the foreground.

It has been one year since I’ve been properly hugged. I have never been a casual hugger, and yet it was this fact I kept coming back to as we approached the first anniversary of the pandemic. Or, rather, the fact kept coming back to me, swinging in like a wrecking ball, bringing with it the reality that I have had to survive 12 months of…