There’s a specific loneliness that belongs to the first year of retirement — the loneliness of being surrounded by free time and having no idea who you are inside it

When I retired, I spent the first three weeks convinced I was on holiday. I cleaned out cupboards. I walked the dog at odd hours. I made elaborate lunches for no one in particular. Then somewhere around week four, the feeling crept in — not boredom exactly, but ...Read More





