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Admit It. You’re Happy When You’re Alone
There’s a difference between being lonely and being alone
I love solitude. I like it when friends visit, but I’m also glad when they leave. Sometimes when an acquaintance says, “Oh my god, we should catch up soon!” I secretly think, Please, let’s not.
Can you relate?
It’s not like I don’t want to be around people. I can mingle and schmooze, but three hours is the max time I can socialize at full energy. After that, I get limp and mushy like a forgotten banana in the kitchen.
What can I say? I’m happy when I’m alone.
I was that child who drew triceratops and pterodactyls in her bedroom and spent hours reading Nancy Drew.
In my 20s, while building a career, partying, dating, and nurturing “friends for life,” I discovered the thrill of solo travel. After exploring 40+ countries alone, I don’t feel weird at all relishing a fancy dinner, an opera, or a two-bedroom Airbnb all to myself.
Now married and in my 30s, I still regularly go on many “table for one” trips. My husband is pleased when his wife comes back happy, full of stories and new adventures.