Sunday in the pub, Cardiff
There’s a pervasive loneliness to solo travel. I’m the sort of person who makes off-handed comments to strangers all the time, but here I feel out of my depth. Everyone seems so settled, not interested in chatting with a somewhat scruffy stranger. I suppose I’m much the same as them when I’m at home. Maybe not.
I’m outgoing when I feel secure. Today I feel adrift.
I’m worried for my business. I’m worried for my children. I’m worried for my finances. The only thing I’m not worried about is my relationship with Thomas. I have a lot of faith in him, and increasingly more faith in myself. I don’t feel any desire to pull or push the relationship, just nurture it.
So, shore up my finances, be a strong parent and supportive of my children, be a better business owner and employer, a good friend, and continue to improve my relationship with Thomas and that should help things run more smoothly.
Half a pint in.