I'm Jack. Last year, I realised that I hadn't spoken to anyone but my family in days.
When I left my job in a factory in my late twenties to write a book, I thought I was a lucky dog. No more getting up early in the morning. I could stay in my bed until late afternoon; I could wake up when I felt like it and enjoy my coffee as I worked on my book. At first, it was like being in heaven (天堂).
But 20 books later, I began to feel lonely. It was just me, my work, and the Internet. I spent hours on the Internet instead of writing. I thought I was still close to everyone around me, but, in fact, I was lonelier than ever. It felt like I was isolated in the world.
For the first time I felt like I wanted to step away from the lonely life and have a routine (日常规律) again.
I was thinking about renting an office, but I found that I would still be lonely. I called a few friends who worked at home as well and asked if they would like to join me. They were feeling just as lonely as I was, so they all agreed.
Each of us has found that we now love "going to work" again, and we are happier than before.