solitude, addendum

The odd thing about spending a weekend in solitude is that it is taking place in the city. When I was up in the country I cherished my time alone. Here, it feels very different. The self-conscious part of me feels like some sort of loser. I went into Manhattan to the Upper West Side to buy a pair of shoes (yes, Birkenstocks, my umpteenth pair). Everyone seemed to be part of a group, or at least a couple. And then me. I couldn't wait to get back here.