Purgatory

“I feel like I’m in Purgatory.” That’s what a friend likened our “situation” to. That situation being single, in our late twenties, no kids, with careers, saving laundry for Saturday nights, cooking meals for only us which we end up eating for the next few days, staying at work late because we have nothing to go home to, and contemplating getting a cat to help fight the boredom and loneliness, but then worrying if that will only cement a future of being “the crazy cat lady”. The only thing I could do was laugh and say, “Yeah, feels like that sometimes.”