Everyone is around me. I still feel alone.

I moved to a new city for a fresh start. The streets are full of people, and I’m busy most days. But at the end of it, I still eat alone and talk to no one I know.

Back home, I had my people. Here, even small things feel unfamiliar—like the grocery store, or the silence in my apartment.

I keep hoping it will click. Some days I feel okay. Other days, the loneliness is louder than the city.