On my 25th birthday, I awoke alone and feeling miserable. I had realized that I was in the wrong intimate relationship, the wrong job, and the wrong career. My first cup of coffee that morning included troubling thoughts about life not measuring up the way I had dreamed. After a morning run, I showered and then sat solitary at a dining table. The apartment seemed impersonal, without warmth or comfort. This new home, alone, did not seem homelike. Not only had I lost my fiancé during an amicable breakup, but our shared friends were choosing sides. …