Maybe this is just something that happens when you’re on dating apps, and spend half your life explaining what your kind-of-specific job is to people you’re unlikely to ever actually meet. (At this stage my phone offers the next word of ‘I work in e-commerce for a beauty website’ as a suggestion as I type.) But lately when people ask me what I get up to in my time off, I feel like I don’t have a good enough answer. I see friends, I work out, I rewatch old episodes of
True Blood, I cook, I read. I write this column and I try to keep my house and backyard in order.