I miss people.

That's the long and short of it.

It's been too long, and because of that, my fuse is pretty short.

I NEED more interaction.

Don't get me wrong, my three kids ages nine and under keep me hella busy, but I need to

see,

smile at,

talk to

and overshare with other adults;

preferably those I know, but honestly, at this point, anyone 30+ will do.

I miss my extended family and my mom friends.

I miss the hugs.

I miss the close-to-the-ear confessions.

I miss the uncontrollable laughing together as we unintentionally get all up in each other's bubble.

I miss the supportive pats on the back.

I miss a good 'ole "you've got this" hand squeeze.

I miss the random get-togethers and the last-minute ones too.

I miss celebrating birthdays and holidays as an oversized, overeating, large Italian family.

I miss my people.

Really, though, I miss all people.

I miss the unmasked smiles from strangers.

I miss meeting a stranger and enjoying an authentic conversation with them so much that they no longer are one.

I miss people.

That's the long and short of it.

And, I have a feeling that you might too.

And, if that’s the case, well, I just want you to know that they probably miss you too.