Living alone in the city. It’s interesting, almost never boring, and a constant risk of getting mugged or maimed.
This is how the rest of the city looks from my condominium. Makes me feel like I’m such a tiny human being and everything else is larger than life.
I’m alone, yes. Lonely, not really. There’s a lot to keep me occupied. Sometimes, there’s more on my plate than I can manage. Of course, this is a good thing – I’m not complaining.
Being vulnerable has never been my strong suit. I so don’t like being rescued.
Or maybe that’s just me being defensive. I blame it on the city; it’s just too darn beautiful.