Alone vs Lonely

Let’s differentiate.

I was my mothers only child till the age 13, honestly a grown woman by then. The first lesson I learned after walking was how to be self sufficient, had to be. Mom had to be at work, Nita had to be good alone. I liked to read and write short stories, played video games, cooked and baked anything that raised in the oven. I was so perfectly good by myself, alone not lonely.

I went to college when I was 17, literally a grown woman by then. The second lesson I learned after budgeting was first year college students should live in a dorm. Freshman students in similar times of life, away from parents and smacked with responsibility. First year students like myself shouldn’t have been in an apartment, alone and very lonely.

I moved into a studio apartment at 21, grown as fuck by now. The third lesson I learned after the price of rugs was the power of pursuit. My landlord approved me over a financially secure middle aged businessman because she knew I had things going for myself, her words not mine, but honestly I did. I just got my first big girl job, I was on the way to college graduation, I was single, fine, ready to love. All by myself, alone not lonely.

Seven years later, I just moved into another studio apartment at 28. The forth lesson I learned after how to apply for a Georgia gun license is sometimes you have to be 13 and 17 and 21 again. I’m 2,500 miles away from everything and everyone I know, new city, new job, new surroundings, new life, absolutely alone...but am I lonely?

Would you be?

Love Nita