Solitude is a Strange Thing
Since arriving here, it has occured to me that I really don't like being alone. But at the same time, as an introvert, I don't do well in large groups (to me, that means more than 3-4 other people). After dark, we need to be accompanied by a member of our host family, a male SOLmate, or taken to our destination in a taxi. At this point, I can definitely tell that it's wearing on me.
I want to be able to walk to school by myself. Or to the mall. Or to another SOLmate's house. I'm glad that I have Hannah here, don't get me wrong. The only issue is that she is way more of an extrovert. Ergo, she spends a lot more time in much bigger groups. So that puts me in the house, in our room, by myself. A lot.
Then I think to myself, don't I like this time alone? Isn't that what I wanted? Well... yes and no. While I do want a little bit of time to myself, this isn't what I had in mind. I want to go for a walk, but I don't want to try and explain that to Mama Tica. That I want to leave, but I don't have a destination. Or a time frame that I think I'll be home (besides before dark, of course).
I'm not sure what I think about this whole thing, but I'm gonna be pura vida about it. It's just a thing right now that will pass. Pura Vida.