It’s a strange time to be alive. The political climate in the United States has divided people in ways I never remember experiencing before. Lines have been drawn through families, friendships, communities. Things that once felt like differences of opinion now feel like fundamental breaks in values. For a long time, I tried to tolerate that. I told myself that love meant making room. That family meant endurance. That disagreement didn’t have to be disqualifying. Until one day

I had been watched my entire life by someone. So when I finally found myself alone, truly alone, the idea didn’t feel peaceful at all. It terrified me. At first, I told myself the fear was about practical things. Small, reasonable concerns. I lose my keys. I misplace my phone. What would I do if there was no one there to help me find them? So I solved that. I bought tracker tags for my keys and my phone. Now, when I misplace them, I open an app and they tell me exactly where