I am convinced that living in an enclave shapes the personality, and living alone shapes the personality too.
Mary Douglas
She is the reason why I got the opportunity to fall in love with San Francisco City. For sure, had it not been for her I could’ve ended up in any of the 50 states for many different reasons.
She’s the reason why I consider myself lucky; lucky because I honestly was able to take more responsibilities in my life mainly by virtue of her inertia. I learned to cook … just about anything. I learned to equate the balance sheet of work and personal duties. I also learned to take care of myself. I learned to listen to my priorities. And yes, I learned to be a little happy for myself at times too.
Contrarily, we learn so much about ‘our-selves’ when we live ‘alone’ than we ever will when we’ve been constantly surrounded by people our whole life. Now that I’ve been living alone, on my own in absence of her — duly taught me how much big of a gun her life has meant for my life. Not that I’m trying to sell she completes me bullshit. I just miss my forever friend.
Yes, living alone in absence of her duly taught me how much I miss her.
Living along in absence of her duly taught me that no matter how perfect everything looks from the outside — the void, hollowness & emptiness inside makes it all tasteless. Meaningless.
Living alone in absence of her has had me think and think clearly — what a beautiful life it was when one and one made two.
Living alone in San Francisco.
Namaste.