Hello, Friday, you feel like Tuesday. So, I'm working all weekend because I start facilitating a new class Sunday and I am horribly backed up at work on account of being out sick. Part of me is glad to be refocusing my energy into productivity, while the other resents the hell out of not really having any plans to speak of. People are busy, in relationships or have just plain vanished. The resulting feeling is one of loneliness. Much of my time has been spent going on 1st, 2nd and 3rd dates that have gone absolutely nowhere. In the interim, I have lost touch with some folks and I am fully absorbing the effects today. I have been alone a majority of the week, but not the rejuvenating alone time we all need. It was quarantined alone time while I was physically ill. Needless to say, I am a bit restless and in need of some friend time. Roomie who was supposed to come home after days of prolonged absence is doing homework at her boyfriend's apt. tonight. I know, I think it's weird too.
Solitude is something that I am growing accustomed to. Back in Tally, I romanticized the idea of me and the city. The city and me. It sounded delicious because I have had such a love affair with this place for so many years. Now I am here and I think I need to get back to my illicit affair. Tonight, I am going on a date with my paramour. The possibilities are endless and we'll see where my feet take me from here.
