Loneliness can strike anyone anywhere at anytime. And I knew it would hit me on this trip. There's not much you can do to avoid that. So I try to stay busy. But at night, alone, and early in the morning, alone, I find myself getting blue. Last night especially. I'd had a really long day with a lot of ups and downs and started to feel homesick. Five days in and I was already wishing I was back on my couch in Chicago, snuggling my dog.
And I was missing someone. Not anyone in particular. I tried to put my finger on who specifically that would be. But there's no one person in my life that I feel particularly partial to. If that makes sense. I'm unattached, don't live near family and have a number of friends I hang out with pretty regularly. So maybe I was just missing all of that. Maybe I was missing myself back in my comfort zone. Because while this is amazing, it's not comfortable or easy.
And there's not much one can do in that situation, but feel it and get through it.
Unless, of course, you have wifi. Then you put on Netflix, which is what I did.
I woke up this morning still somewhat blue, but I'm through another night and a new day is here filled with possibility. (Yes, I knew how cheesy that sentence was going to be when I started writing it.)