By myself in a big, big city.
Exploring by yourself is a transformative experience. You only have one person's whims to cater to. The pace is set. A Ventra card and no place to be other than where you want to go.
I spent the weekend wandering the streets of Chicago. Being alone makes you appreciate and relish in the time you get to spend with friends. But I didn't feel alone out there amongst the crowds of tourists - myself being one. I honed into my own mind for hours on end. I let myself do that weird thing where you try to fit the same amount of footsteps into each sidewalk paver as you walk. I listened to the world and didn't try to rush. Through museums and stores and metallic beans and relics of architecture, I let myself revert to my neutral state of introversion.
But being by yourself has a funny way of pushing you to other people. Asking strangers to take your pictures. Talking to baristas for just a bit too long. Making quips to fellow line-standers. Telling the statue street performers how dumb their job is (just kidding). In being alone and enjoying it, I also found that it's ok to not like being alone.
Fuck. All of this introspection and all I've determined is that I need a boyfriend.