Me, Myself, and a Book

It is a good thing that I enjoy my own company, otherwise I think my days would be most dire indeed. Not saying that I don't spend time with others, but this week I have found myself in my own company a good deal of the time, today was no exception.

Having spent the better part of the day alternately reading and cleaning, I was ready to go out on the town so to speak before dusk hit. Imagine my dismay when I realized no invites were forthcoming, and so with determination that only comes from having done it numerous times already I set out to eat and enjoy the evening alone. Well, not quite alone -- I did take a book with me. A habit that began in my early years of living here in America.

Despite the lack of others for conversation I did enjoy a pleasant evening of dining on Indian Cuisine with a nice cold beer, and then a stroll through the area, popping into a shop or two.

I wonder at times about moving from this area. Wouldn't it be grand to live in a bona fide city? The adventure, the excitement, new people, new things to discover, etc. But then I do allow reality to hit and I realize that I have all that within my grasp where I currently live, and I don't take advantage of it now. I have people in my life, people that I already know, and I don't call them to initiate spending time together - I wait for them, but perhaps waiting for them is overated. Granted I don't pine away at home waiting for an invite, but nor do I seek out the company of friends. I am curious as to why I do this.

But for now 'me, myself, and a book' is how the evening will end...a new day looms bright and clear for the 'morrow.