There is something very special about traveling far away by myself. It gives me the chance to miss my sweetie, but also to not miss him while I go exploring according to my own whims. I discover things about myself that I didn’t know, or maybe had forgotten, when my pace and direction are purely selfish. There is something beautiful about eating alone in room full of partnered others, treating my book like a best friend with whom I’m proud to be seen. Every other solo person offers the potential for a moment of focused, authentic connection, if we’re both interested in that. Live music and a pretty drink aren’t a backdrop to conversation, so they get to hold their own meaning. Even being a little lonely is nice when you’re happy with where you are in that moment.