The Joy of Being Alone

Disclaimer: This was written on Saturday 26th November, on the way back home. A short piece, unedited, that I just felt like sharing. 

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I’ve forgotten how to be alone.

I’ve forgotten how it feels to appreciate a meal outside of my home with my own company.

I’ve forgotten how to take solo adventures, like little trips to the city, and reflect on myself.

This year has been the least lonely year I have ever lived. From being part of a committee, to a community to a family. I’ve constantly been surrounded by friends. I’ve been left with very little time to myself.

So when the last semester of the year was over, I was left with mixed feelings. I was eager to go back to a tranquil lonely life, yet I was also apprehensive of it.

Just Like in the Movies…

After a whole week of celebrations – wedding anniversary, birthday, christening (yes and I’m the lucky godmother!! :D), etc… it’s finally time for me to rest…

Um wait, what?

Rest? haha still dreaming.

Yesterday I went to my first Alliance Française course for the year – it’s a course I take every year on French and especially in Literature. At the year end which is in July in this system, I have to take part in exams of course.

But this year is different because I’m shifting. I’m going a class higher, and because in my village they don’t have teachers available at that higher stage, I have to move out to town. So from now on, every Monday and possibly Tuesday, I have to travel to town to attend the classes. It’ll be tiring especially when school will start again, but well I have no other choice.

Anyway, what I wanted to tell you today is that yesterday, my first course was… um interesting.

And just like in the movies…

I felt so lonely.