Two's company.
It’s like a predetermined fate that we’re
supposed to couple up one day – it’s just expected, of others and I suppose of
ourselves a little bit too.
As I write this I’m sitting in one of my
favourite Dundee eateries and frankly, feeling a bit like Carrie Bradshaw (without
the Manolo's). I came in for something to eat and a coffee, and the waitress
looked at me as if I’d just shot her brand new puppy when I said table for one.
As it happens I got quite a nice table,
with a window and everything. Swish.
I’m actually having something to eat alone,
before I go to the cinema, alone. I like being able to do things at
my own pace, and go wherever I want to go.
Off the back of that, I’ve booked to go
backpacking around South East Asia for a few months – alone. (mumma really had
issues with this one, probably should have gave her a heads up before I booked
it.)
I leave next month and could not be more
excited (and a little bit terrified) – that is, if they let me in. I look like
a crazed axe wielding murderer in my visa photo – I was late, it was raining, the
whole experience was a bloody disaster.
I’m hoping to line up some guest posts from some really
excellent bloggers to keep you entertained while I’m away, as I have a feeling
the internet access might be somewhat restricted.
‘I always say, one’s company, two’s a crown
and three’s a party’ – Andy Warhol
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