The Single Life

Emma sat by the window of her Brooklyn apartment, sipping her coffee as the city buzzed below. At 28, she had built a life she was proud of—her dream job in publishing, a close-knit group of friends, and a newfound appreciation for being single.

Growing up in a small town in Ohio, Emma had always believed that by now, she would be married with kids. That’s what everyone around her had done. But New York had changed her. It had shown her the excitement of independence—the freedom to travel, to pursue her passions, and to build a life on her terms.

Her mornings were filled with early workouts and reading manuscripts for work. Evenings were spent discovering new restaurants, going to art galleries, or simply curling up with a book. She had dated here and there, but nothing serious. And honestly? She was okay with that.

Her friends often asked when she planned to “settle down.” But Emma didn’t feel unsettled. Why did being single have to mean waiting for something? She wasn’t waiting. She was living.

One Saturday morning, she took herself out to brunch, something she had learned to love. As she sat by the window of her favorite café, enjoying her avocado toast and latte, she overheard a couple at the next table arguing about wedding plans. She smiled to herself. Love was beautiful, but it was also complicated.

As she walked home, passing street musicians and flower stands, Emma felt a deep sense of contentment. Maybe one day she’d meet someone who fit into her life. Or maybe not. Either way, she was happy. Because being single wasn’t about lacking something—it was about embracing everything she already had.

And right now, she had a city full of possibilities and a life that was entirely.