When was the last time you spent more than 24 hours alone? The last time you went more than a day without seeing a familiar face? I’d be willing to bet some of you are unable to pinpoint an event of such aloneness.
I spent two months alone this summer. Now, I wasn’t totally alone. I spent most of my time on America’s major highways, camping in some of the most trafficked National Parks. There were people all around me, but each morning I woke up alone, hiked alone, drove alone, explored alone, then finished the day camping alone.
I like being alone. I’m good at it. I generally enjoy my own company and I’ve never felt daunted at the prospect of spending time by myself. Not even when I planned my multi-month solo road trip. I never expected I’d get lonely. And yet I did.
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