“Table for one please”

I’d like to dedicate this post to my best friends.

Those lovely people I would rather do with than without. I know they are faithfully reading this beaming in their lunch break hangouts, beds, or lecture halls. Shoutout to you lovelies. My best friends are the anchors that keep my anxious reckless mind from floating off into oblivion 24/7.

Now that I’ve said that my best friends are also the biggest enablers against my quest to independence.  As I stated first to make it  very clear, they are my greatest loves.  But at what point does the girl (me) belonging to the gaggle of teeny boppers become the cool lady sipping a cocktail at the bar…alone…comfortably…?

Today, I am embarking on a solo journey to Greece and I could not be more frightened.  I had told one of my best friends that I don’t think I have ever really done anything on my own in my entire life.  And she looked at me (we’re not really into intense eye contact) and said, “well then you have to go.” Now before you judge me… I am one of four children, who are all close in age and grew up in a neighborhood packed with children our age.  Can you say best childhood ever?! Well I guess that need to always have a sidekick has grown with me.  And now as a twenty-something I crave to shed that and rock a solo superhero persona instead.

Step 1:  Dining alone. I saw a bucket list once that had this and well I was ashamed that I had never done it myself.  Three weeks ago I strutted my stuff right into a restaurant and casually stated those famous words, “table for one”… and didn’t die or get run out by the staff for taking up a four person table.  It was actually quite nice.

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Step 2: This trip. I can feel my heart in my butthole (my computer just autocorrected that to buttonhole) but this must be done.  I read one of those instagram quote things that are everywhere and it actually meant something: “Sometimes you just need to disconnect and enjoy your own company.” So thats the plan… if I blog again, it means I made it out alive. If not, I’ve thoroughly enjoyed having company and you can retract everything I just said…?

So SCF thank you for always having my heart.  Please don’t take this post as a cue to abandon me, I need you forever and ever… like as soon as I land (seriously a ride from the airport would be nice).  I know our independence will come as we grow into the awesome thirty-somethings we are terrified to be

Now I’m def late for my flight





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