first night of a long weekend of solo travel and i have provisioned for success. instead of spending too much money on dinner, i am enjoying my spicy cup of noodles in bed at the hotel. i used the little coffee machine to fill it with hot water and am using two wooden coffee stirrers as chopsticks because i didn’t pack a utensil. i cannot express the extent to which this small act feels like a triumphant return to myself. i love moments where something important is missing yet i feel so sure that i have everything i need.