Doing as others told me, I was blind.
Coming when others called me, I was lost.
then I left everyone, myself as well.
then I found everyone, myself as well.
~Rumi

    Being alone for days on end is quite an experience. I have small talk with the vendors on my street, quick interactions on Facebook, and one or two Skype calls a day to distract me — but really, I’m alone. I don’t have a friend or loved one on this entire continent. Everyone who cares about me is thousands of miles away.  

In the absence of anyone to please or impress, I’m learning who I am, and it’s not who I thought. It’s only been a week, and some of my insights seem a little shallow and self-absorbed… hopefully I will go a little deeper as I settle in. But this is what I have so far!


As much as I enjoy the life of a writer, I find the act of writing torturous at times. My best work is angst-driven, though.  

Turns out I really like beer. And french fries! But mostly beer. I crave it in the hot afternoon sun, like a cat craves cool refreshing water from the toilet bowl.  

I love to walk. Just love it.  

My soul needs to be fed daily, preferably twice a day. It eats nature, people, beauty, art, music, dance, new surroundings and new experiences. I’ve always known I needed this, but the frequency of the need is a surprise.

  My sex drive is ridiculous when nothing happens to squash it.  

I don’t really care about being beautiful. I like to be clean and neat, but I don’t care if my nails aren’t painted or I’m not wearing makeup. And I could truly give a damn about cute dresses or jewelry. I just want my clothes to be comfortable and have pockets.

I love to dance. It doesn’t matter in the least whether I have an audience, I still just love to dance.  

I’m not afraid of much, but that’s mostly because I trust my own common sense and my radar.

I care, very deeply, about people. Not just individual people, but the whole human race. The human spirit is so vulnerable, and so easily buried under the demands of society. I want everyone to wake up, take the red pill, let go of convention and conformity and find their spirits! I wish I knew how to help them.  

Have you ever spent a week or more completely alone? Would you?        

Author

Lauren Haas is a nomadic freelance writer. She has been traveling the world, living out of a backpack, since May of 2013. Lauren has written regularly for CBS Local, WebPsychology, Hipmunk, and Hotelplanner, and has also been published in The Culture-ist, Matador, and other online and print publications.

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