In my 20s, I lived with roommates. Eventually, I got my own apartment and lived alone for two years before moving in with my husband. It was a great experience. But something about living alone after being widowed felt lonely. Despite lots of friends and a busy social life, I still came home to ‘alone.’ Before I was married, living alone was about independence; after I was widowed, living alone felt more like being left alone. Night lights and timers offered a sense of security; the constant companion of the TV and my new BFF, the DVR, kept the quiet from creeping in; new house projects ensured a cozy home. What do you do to fight feeling alone at home?