How to be Alone

I’ve been thinking a great deal about solitude, lately.

A self-timer shot I took when settling into my first room of my own.

I have less than a month left before I once again pack my lacklustre brown suitcases and fly them three time zones away from my family, many of my closest friends, and Andrew.

Andrew and I have got one year of long-distance love behind us, and one more ahead of us. I don’t look forward to our dates on Skype. Even though I agree that we’re far better off than generations of letter-senders before us, there are some days when all I need is for Andrew to literally be there for me.

But, this is getting far too personal for a semi-professional blog.
And of course, it’s silly and self-deluded to think I’ll be alone in a more general sense.

I’m moving in with an inspired and inspiring woman from Montreal in September. Her name is Sigal Samuel, she’s a creative writer, and the first thing she wants to do is work on a collaborative art piece for our living room.

I think she’ll help keep me sane. I really do.

We’re going to have a two-level apartment at Green College filled with plants and papier-mache unicorns. No joke.

There will always be lonely days and nights, though, and on those occasions I will do the things that this little animated poem recommends. It’s a wonderful and very Canadian piece.

Thanks Andrea Dorfman, Tanya Davis, and the various little birds that flutter in our hearts.

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