By Yvonne Vavra

Whatever it is I happen to be craving, I walk around thinking everybody else has it. A sense of direction. A kitchen where I don’t have to duck, reach, and curse just to make toast. A family to sit around big tables with. Easy breathing. And—friends.

Sound like something you want, too? Friends in abundance, for every occasion. One for each corner of life you might never have found on your own. At least one who cracks the code that blasts through all your guards, letting you be completely, safely yourself.

We see snapshots of people’s lives—laughing in front of the bodega, deep in brunch conversa-tions, hugging at the subway entrance—and tell ourselves stories: everyone but us has found their people, has their social life all figured out. But what if that’s just a coworke

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