There’s something to be said for having a “local.” Lots has been written about having a “third-place,” though I can’t remember who coined the phrase.

There’s a bar and grill near where I live, I pop in frequently and almost always see someone I know. There’s a coffee shop next door that is about the same.

Something about a handshake, a hug, a “How was your day,” etc. goes quite a long way. That’s especially true for one living alone, as I do.