The Life and Times of S

Single in the City

As the big clock on the biggest tower of St. James Cathedral chimed away at 7 pm, and I stood on the corner of Church and King in -9 degrees celsius with a Caramel Macchiato, I thought of my life these past two weeks.

I love it here. The independence, the freedom, the solitude. The walking everywhere, hanging out with friends every evening, well, almost every evening, the Starbucks around every corner, the shopping, the restaurants and bars and malls and offices and streets oozing with well dressed, young, career driven men and women so much so that everytime I look up and lock gazes with a handsome or beautiful stranger at a street light, I feel like I'm at an intersection on the Champs Elysees and not Yonge and Shuter; and everything else about it.

But then I get back to my hotel room and back to a big, empty, cold bed.

And thats when I realize that, fun as it may be with all its independence and its single-girl-in-the-city-with-no-one-to-answer-to-rituals, this ain't for me.

I love being rooted to one place, one person. I love the comfort of somone to come home to, of somene to cook for, someone to wait for dinner for, someone to fight, and make-up with, and someone to wake up to and wake up with.

I always felt like I missed out on so much in life. Being single, living alone, dating. I always blamed my Dad and my ultra-conservative upbringing for that. Hell, I never even had a boyfriend. And I was so happy and excited when I found out I was going to get a taste of all that I had missed after all.

Turns out, I didn't miss much.

posted by S @ 9:18 PM