The Single Life – International Version
May 19, 2009
“What’s a girl doing walking along the beach alone”
“You have to admit, most people don’t travel to beach locations by themselves”
I am a 30 year old, single woman. I deserve relaxation in the form of my own personal poolside cabana or feeling the sand between my toes while I listen to the waves of the ocean crash against the shore. I can not spend my life waiting for a man who will carry my beachbag for me. I’ve thought a lot about the single life while on this trip and about whether or not I truly want to be in a relationship. The truth is, I do feel a pull to be a girlfriend and eventual mother, but I feel an equal pull to be a selfish single girl who can sleep in and travel at the drop of a hat. I am truly fine with either path.
I get too caught up in what society (and my mother) tells me to want. I get lost in the sea of “you should do…..” “you should be….”. I don’t feel lonely because I’m single, I feel lonely because people mock my choice/circumstance and push me out of the socially accepted circle. The absence of male purchased jewelry on my left hand should not make me a pariah.
I am going to keep traveling, keep wandering, keep writing whether or not I have someone alongside me. A hand to hold on the beach would be nice, but having the whole hotel bed to myself is equally appealing.
I do, however, wish I had someone around to put sunblock on those hard to reach places. I guess that’s why people don’t go to beach locations by themselves.
A burnt back is a small price to pay I suppose, for self-acceptance.