Following the weekend in Forte Dei Marmi, I really didn't have a plan on where to go next. I had tentatively thought of meeting my friend Peter in Nice, and thus I decided to take a train to Milan and spend a few days there on my way to be alone.
Those that know me, or have been following my blog, already know that being on my own is possibly my biggest fear. This first night in Milan was really the first time since Iceland that I had been on my own - and even in Iceland, I had met up with friends of friends in the evening - so my first true night by myself in my hotel. It was here that I was really able to reflect.
There was a song that I listened to a lot in the weeks leading up to the end of my relationship and job while staring at the stars from my roof deck. It was this song that gave me the strength to quit and the hope that there was something better out there that would (hopefully) make me happy. I listened to this song on repeat that first night in Milan hoping to find the strength I had earlier this summer.
