I want to go away on holiday somewhere. It doesn’t have to be far away; just a nice holiday away from home. I want to book into a lovely little B&B in some coastal fishing village where I can explore the local environs. I want to stroll along the beach collecting interesting shells or pebbles. I want to laugh and enjoy the moment, whilst making memories for a lifetime.
Only I don’t want to do it alone. And that’s the dilemma.
With summer upon us, it seems that many people want to know what my holiday plans are. And when I say that I’m not taking any holidays, I’m met with disbelief and a lack of comprehension. When I explain that I don’t have anyone to go on holiday with, I’m told that I am so lucky to be able to go away alone. I have people telling me that they wish they could go on holiday alone – all of that time to enjoy yourself and to do what you want, without considering someone else, must be amazing, they say.
Only I do that most days; I do that most weekends.
It’s not that I don’t enjoy my own company; it’s just that I’d like a holiday from the solitude. And I’ve been invited to join others on their holidays, but there’s something very awkward about going on holiday with a happy little couple. Can you say gooseberry?
So, what do I do? I have just over three weeks’ holiday time to use, but nothing enticing to use it for. I can’t go visit family in America because I’m still waiting on the outcome of my visa (which is looking bleak) and I can’t stand the thought of going on a “singles tour”. I’ve done regular tours in the past and found that everyone was there with someone, leaving me to feel silly and alone.
And I guess that leaves me with two choices: Do nothing or go on holiday alone, all the while wishing I had someone with me.
That’s just another downside to not only being alone, but to be surrounded by family and friends who have spouses, partners, and children to keep them busy – there’s no one to share holiday adventures with (without becoming the gooseberry previously mentioned).
So, will I head off on my own somewhere? I don’t know; I suppose I’m still holding out hope that the man of my dreams will come and whisk me away or that my girlfriends will decide to ditch their partners for a couple of days.
But, just in case, I suppose it can’t hurt to see if there’s room for one at an Anstruther inn.