I don't know when I started doing things on my own, or trying them. I know, growing up with siblings, I appreciated being alone because they're always there, and sometimes when you're younger you just want to get away from them. Bratty and all that jazz. I shared a room with my sister for most of my life at home ( Read more... )

I took the train back from London today. It was a five hour ride, to which the police constable I spoke to about my stolen/lost wallet (THAT's a whole other story) cringed. See, here, in the UK, anything farther than two hours is really far. Ha. See, here's the thing though, I really didn't mind, and I don't really mind travelling alone.

I used to ( Read more... )

I've never encountered one of those truly awkward moments here at all in regards to being an American ( Read more... )

Now, not to be corny, but if Edinburgh and Manhattan were people, Manhattan would be the obnoxious person in class, who always thinks they're right, a somewhat bully, and obnoxious - someone always letting you know they were there. Edinburgh would be a more timid person, who keeps rather quiet, or so it seems because Manhattan is always louder than ( Read more... )

It’s like you’re screaming and no one can hear. You almost feel ashamed that someone could be that important, that without them you feel like nothing. No one will ever understand how much it hurts. You feel hopeless, like nothing can save you. And when it’s over and it’s gone, you almost wish you could have all the bad stuff back, so you can have ( Read more... )

One of my best friends once told me how she had to learn to be alone. I understood this, in some sense, but at the same time I was perplexed. I've always enjoyed being by myself, to some extent ( Read more... )