Nothing has made me realize how much money I am paying for such a tiny, shitty apartment than being exposed to covid and having to self quarantine till I get my test result back. I have spent almost a full week in my studio apartment with zero in person interaction sense learning about being exposed. I would kill for just even a 2nd room to go into or even just enough space for a kitchen table so I didn't end up eating a my desk for every meal. I wish I had something to keep me company but I cant give a pet sufficient time or space so it would be unfair to them. Thankfully I can cook to pass the time but I have like 3 square feet of counter space which makes cooking a chore. Long story short as soon as I can I need to get a new apartment and a roommate.
Same here, I live in a tiny apartment all alone. All of the interactions I've had have been mostly superficial, apart from seeing a friend the other day, but it still feels, idk, like something is missing, lonely, like the entire world itself is messed up on a metaphysical level.