All By Myself

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I like being alone. Sometimes.

I do my best work in solitude. I usually don’t have to go searching for it. Especially since the pandemic and we all started working from home.

My son goes to school. My husband leaves for work. I’m left alone in our London flat to sit in front of the computer to write stories for work for the rest of the day. All I need is a cup of black coffee and maybe an almond croissant from our local French bakery. Bliss.

By the time my son and husband come back, I’m ready to interact with them and the world again.

There are times when a crowd of people gets too much and I have to leave. I usually head home. The public transport ride in silence with strangers or the walk back is enough time on my own to recharge me with energy and courage to face people again.

When I was at school, I loved lunchtimes. I would escape to the library and look at books on my own. Spending time by myself far away from playground politics for which I had no stomach nor skill was wonderful.

If I ever get desperate for solitude, I’d probably go for a short walk. But those times are so rare, I can barely remember the last walk I had on my own.

For bloganuary. Where do you go when you need solitude?

14 thoughts on “All By Myself

  1. I used to occasionally overnight in the mountains. There’s a peculiar reassurance in becoming one’s own tiny island of light in a sea of darkness… 星で満たされた黒さは、森や山の輪郭をたどります。
    An Issa moment, perhaps… truly alone, but not alone.

    A gathering of stars–
    children, grandchildren
    — Kobayashi Issa (circa 1824)

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    1. Dear Agnes and Lightness Traveling,

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      Indeed, solitude has its rightful place in our lives. The title of your post keeps reminding me of a long that I used to play on electronic organ. I have played many different versions, but the one that I like most is probably Yuri Tashiro (田代ユリ)’s arrangement.

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      May both of you find 2022 very much to your liking and highly conducive to your travelling, writing, reading, thinking and blogging whatever topics that appeal to your intellectual exploration, poetic output and creative flair!

      Yours sincerely,

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