I woke up at 11.30am this Sunday morning, had cereal, sat on my bedroom floor in my comfortable pyjama onesie, and presented myself with two choices:
1) Stay in the onesie, open my laptop and watch movies or surf the net, until the sky goes dark and I wonder where Sunday afternoon went.
2) Wash up, get changed, go out somewhere with my DSLR and a book.
I admit to being a severe lazy bum, and getting me out of the house on a Sunday with an empty schedule is a huge feat, but I looked outside and saw a rare, clear, blue sky, and sunshine on the grass. There were friends I could have texted, people I could have arranged to go out for lunch with, but I decided that today was going to be a date with myself.
Packing travel necessities, a DSLR and a book, (Londoners: The days and nights of London now by Craig Taylor) I headed out to South Kensington mainly for the Natural History Museum, and an eventual treat to myself from the famous Hummingbird Bakery.
Having never visited it, the museum was absolutely stunning. For the price of nothing, I could experience and learn about all the wonder of the natural world, from mammals to diamonds, and earthquakes to dinosaurs, presented in such real and elaborate life-sized displays. Bird replicas and the fine detail of their feathers could only truly be appreciated by the naked eye. Google search results have nothing on what the museum had to offer firsthand.
Call me an anti-social, but being alone in public can be so liberating. I could move around at my own pace, do what I wanted, and I didn’t have to worry about anybody else’s preferences. Experiences can be vibrant and exciting when shared with another person, but experiencing alone is delightfully personal and special as well.
When was the last time you spent a day with nobody else but yourself? Friends are great, but sometimes it’s important to do a little catching-up with somebody you can often drift away from – yourself.