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I like being alone. I understood long ago that alone was not a synonym of lonely. Far from it, but I just don’t need people around me. Not meaning I don’t enjoy company… Au contraire!


When I left for Copenhagen, I realized I had spent the last 6 years in the company of at least one person… Never alone, really alone, more than a few hours at a time… And I got scared!

What if I didn’t like it to be by myself anymore? What if I couldn’t stand to be my own company for almost 3 weeks? What if? what if? What if? (which is one of of the reasons I love being spontaneous… I take decisions, and then, I have to live up to the challenges I have set for myself)

When I took my first selfie under the big clock in Kastrup’s airport, my brain was still in “WTF” mode.

And then I felt it… Like putting back on good old slippers.


Not happiness to be away from the ones I love… People who don’t feel good by themselves often misinterpret that feeling of comfort when completely alone.

I first thought I felt good alone in the city, because I could talk to people any time I wanted… I had interaction and wasn’t alone-alone.

But when I went hiking by myself, like in Møn Island and Langeland, I realized I really enjoyed being alone. I wondered if I would have appreciated sharing these moments with someone, and I would have. But I enjoyed them genuinely without anyone by my side.

I think it made getting back in touch with my friends and family even more enjoyable afterwards… I remember when I was walking near Bagenkop, on my way towards the bus station after walking for hours along the clifs, and after finally seeing the wild horses… Ib had given me a call to catch up on my whereabouts, and I couldn’t feel my 25 pounds backpack as I strolled the road, chatting after a whole day of peaceful silence…

Yeah, there definately is a loner deep inside of me… And I think I’ll try to give it some time in the future.

How do you feel, when all by yourself?

5 thoughts on “Solitaire…

  1. I like being alone, too; part of that comes from being an only child and learning how to be comfortable in my own skin. Being a loner doesn’t scare me at all.

    That said, I am glad I found your blog via Dream Big Dream Often. I am looking forward to following your blog and getting to know you.

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    1. Awww Thank you for your kind words Linda! I am happy to count you in the Cove… Make yourself comfortable, and leave me a note if any of my posts speak to you 🙂 I’ll make sure to visit your blog too!


  2. I am an odd creature. I want to be alone – but not too alone. I am a hermit, I’m not ashamed to say. I could go 6 months without going out of my house except for to work (hey if blogging could be work and pay my bills I could stay in here forever). However, I want the people I love just on the other side of the wall. I want to be able to come out and know they are there. But I do take care of myself. I can take care of them too. I guess I am a selective alone individual.

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      1. I think it’s my way of holding on to the things I know I am going to lose. I know I am going to be truly alone one day. I’m that rare person who has a disorder when it comes to making friends. I simply cannot do it offline. I know my mother will pass as all mothers do, my daddy already has. My daughter will marry and go far away (we don’t get along well), she’s 22 and knows it all. My son, he’s 6 but one day a woman will take him from me and I will be obsolete. And when I am I will be too old to bring in my own income, I will have too much stuff I can no longer hold onto, and I will then turn to dust. My fate. My reality.

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