A retreat of sorts.

Greg has been back in the States for almost two weeks now. During that time, I've been living a rather solitary life. At first it just felt incredibly lonesome. Now, it still feels lonesome, but it also feels like a bit of a retreat. Even though there had been very few people in the office last week, I still got really excited for my solitary Saturday. Having time to myself has been quite nice (if I allow myself to think about the nice aspects). I like choosing the pace of the day. I like living in a more contemplative manner. I like having time to send some of those emails that have been on the back burner for far too long.

Maybe it is not healthy for me to get all of my socializing through email or blogging. I don't know if it is enough, to socialize primarily virtually. I feel slightly detached from the real world, from the fact that right now I am in Sweden. When I finally did leave the house this weekend (not until Sunday evening, thank you very much), I was sort of brought back to reality when I walked past two people speaking Swedish. Oh yes, of course. In this country we speak a different language...

That being said, folk dance starts up again next week. So my life is not totally without real interactions with real people. I'm not sure if I'll take the next Swedish language course right away, or maybe put it off for a bit. I have a couple weeks to decide. The weeks were pretty long and exhausting when I was doing both, and I'm not quite sure I am ready to jump at the opportunity to completely lose my solitary life.