I’ve always been a bit of a loner. It might be the ‘only child syndrome’ but when I was a kid I was perfectly happy curled up in my room with a good book or giving my Barbie’s haircuts and streaks with an orange highlighter. I mean, I totally played with other kids and had best friends, but I’ve never really had an issue with entertaining myself.
Oh and you may be confused on why I refer to myself as having been an only child when I’ve mentioned that I have 2 sisters and a brother. I WAS an only child for 12 years before my brother came along, followed a year later by my twin sisters. So I feel like I got to experience the best of both worlds – only-childness and having a larger LOUD family.
When I was in college, my kidlings (that’s what I call them, it’s like they’re a cross between my kids AND my siblings…) were a handful. Which is probably why my parents didn’t really notice when I planned and went on a trip to travel around Europe when I was 19. Yup, I got myself a passport, saved up some money and flew over to Europe with three friends. We traveled around for a few weeks and had a fantastic time.
While I have lots of amazing memories from that trip, one memory really sticks with me. I’ve always been a bit of a theater nerd (my minor in college was even Theater) and when we were in London I saw that Rent was playing with the same two original lead actors that I had previously seen in New York. I was DYING to go, even though tickets were pretty expensive for our ‘starving student’ budget.
Nobody else wanted to go with me though.
However, instead of just giving up and hanging out with my friends at some pub drinking hard cider (which was even more awesome since we were underage in the US), I decided to go anyway. So in a strange country that I’d never visited before, I mapped out my trip, hopped on the Tube and found my way to the theater. I sat by myself, making small talk with the people on either side of me and it was one of the best shows I’d ever seen (except for the fact that Maureen was played by a girl with a French accent. What. The. Heck?!). When the show was over, I walked back to the Tube station, rode to my stop and walked the mile or so back to the place we were staying.
And it was great.
As you can imagine, I don’t really do many things alone nowadays. I mean, with a one year old it’s difficult to even use the bathroom by myself. Most of the time there is a little boy hanging out in his pack-and-play staring at me through the glass shower door while I try to shave my legs. Which would be totally creepy, if it weren’t my kid.
I recently saw that American Idiot is coming to the Hippodrome in Baltimore. I’d really wanted to see the show when it was on Broadway, but never had a chance to make it. Normally, I’d email some friends to see if anyone wanted to go with me and then pass if nobody was interested.* Instead, I thought about that 19 year old version of me and bought myself a ticket.
Just me. Alone.
And I can’t wait.
*My husband is NOT a musical theater kinda guy. However, he IS a support-your-wife-by-watching-the-kid-so-she-can-go-to-the-theater kinda guy.