Going Away for a Little While

One day I’ve had it and without any hesitations, I booked myself an AirBnB. It would’ve been that following day but the place I wanted to rent was only available the following week (which is today) so I had to wait for a few more days. I would’ve wanted it to be somewhere farther, but I have responsibilities a.k.a work so I chose somewhere close to work.

I’m loving my personal space and time. I haven’t done much; not a far cry from what I would usually do home alone: work, sleep, watch Friends in Netflix, eat, and probably do a 20-minute yoga routine. Today, though, I get to swim.

The unit I got has a terrace overlooking the pool which is sweet because I’m just a few feet from the pool. I also got to work a little bit at the terrace at night but was cut short because B called me. I don’t mind a short call during this solitary time. Plus, I’ve been thinking about him a huge part of the day anyway.

I went away for a few days to hopefully find myself, talk to myself. One day has passed but I have not been able to do that. I’m taking my time. I felt that I rushed myself today, and when I realized I did, I slowed down. I'm not quite there yet, I’m getting to it. I’m still caught with the what-should-be when I have to focus on what-is.

I’m still a work in progress. I hope tomorrow I’ll have more than for myself because I only have half a day left and it’s back to regular programming soon.