When I decided to move, I knew there would be moments
of complete and utter aloneness. It would hit me like a sack of bricks
unexpectedly. It would be present on weekends when I had my
coffee solo with no recaps of the wild night before.
Loneliness would creep up on me while I was running the
Rockies and no one was there to share the views and the humbling
experience of defeating a 5 mile run over them.
And it would most certainly find me while I was drinking a beer
in my kitchen alone and eating my 100th egg sandwich of the week
while standing over my computer watching another episode of
Portlandia. (I’ve learned to never take advantage of having furniture
again. My air mattress sprung a leak so I’m also bed less now.)
From these quiet moments I’ve learned a thing or two about myself.
I’ve learned that I’m capable of getting past the loneliness and enjoying
the moments with myself. Being alone isn’t a terrible thing. Sure, eventually I’d
love to meet someone and share the dream of dogs, claw foot bathtubs and
visiting farmers markets on our weekends (where we’d for sure use our own
fabric bags. Duh). But until then, I’m taking the moments to do all the things I like
to do. These include but are not limited to:
Getting out there. Road tripping to my hearts desire and exploring.
There’s a lot to be seen and I wanna see it all.
Eating so much creepy vegan food. It’s no secret- I love eating some creepy
eats. Vegan cuisine is a passion of mine. Some people aren’t into it.
That’s cool. I’ll do that solo. That and drink really good beer alone.
I’m not a drunk. It’s just research to find the best of the west.
Getting back into running. I used to be this crazy runner girl. I put
down those miles like I was Forrest Gump. I slacked a little over the winter
but now I’m finding my way back into it and I’m getting into trail running.
I’ve almost broken an ankle like 7 times but maybe that’s part of the thrill?
Trying to find my inner zen and green thumb. I killed Trevor on my cross
country trek so I’m hoping that Buddha will be able to spiritually
heal his soul and appearance. Anyone know how to save a Christmas
So, Yes. I am alone. Yes. There are moments when I’m lonely. But
sometimes you realize that these moments are worth it because
you are opening up for something truly great to come along.
And when it does, I’ll be ready. For the right thing. At the right
time. Preferably that truly great thing will know how to assemble
furniture and will enjoy drinking beer while standing over the kitchen
counter eating our 50th egg sandwich of the week. Let’s be realistic
who doesn’t love a good egg sandwich with frank’s, spinach and
cheese at 9pm?