The Extreme Introvert’s Afternoon

In: Casa de Youngren, Sweet and Sour
Tags: daily life

My favorite memories from my travels over the years have been my ‘introvert afternoons’, when I get to steal away and walk around a beautiful neighborhood in a famed world city by myself with earbuds in – nowhere in particular to go – and ending up at a cafe with a cup of cafe con leche, a creamy cappuccino, or a buttery espresso.

San Francisco, Paris, Granada, Berlin, Rome, Florence, Venice – I’ve wandered them all. And lately I’ve been dreaming about going to New York City for two weeks for this very reason. How magical would it be to walk the city with a good podcast, wandering a different neighborhood every day? Imagine all of the pauses for pizza and stops for coffee… by myself. Think of all of the benches I could sit on and just people watch… completely alone. Imagine the long hours of not talking to anybody and the thoughts I could think… in my own head. It’s like a pro sport – Extreme Introversion – and I could be the champion.

My craving for this introvert’s afternoon became so strong the other day that I wandered Balboa Park in my own city of San Diego.

Balboa Park is one of those iconic central destinations in the city that is a must-see for anyone who visits and a must-love for every resident. But honestly, most of my memories of Balboa Park are shooting engagement sessions or attending special occasions or playing tourist with visiting friends. I can’t remember the last time I just wandered and took it all in as a resident enjoying their own city…

So with earbuds in and nothing special to do or places to be, I walked around the park with an iced coffee and a pair of flippy-floppys. Whenever I felt, I stopped to sit on a bench in the sun and watched tourists hurry by and families stroll and photographers shoot engagement sessions and spring formals and senior portraits and wedding parties…

I listened to podcasts, sipped on my coffee, and watched the sun sink low behind the Museum of Man. Then I went home.

A day or two later, I was in Little Italy dropping off film and decided not to run off so fast. I pulled my earbuds from my bag, walked down to the Italian cafe on the corner, and ordered an espresso. As I sat near the cafe window, and listened to another episode of my favorite podcast, I forgot for a moment that I was still in San Diego. I was sitting in a cafe in a corner of a famed world city that people from all around the world come to visit. I was in a magical place.

And that place was my home. I was the native that I always envied in those other cities I visited. While I still long for an introvert’s afternoon in New York, that trip can wait. I have some serious extreme introverted wandering to do right here.

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Hugs,
Erin

In: Casa de Youngren, Sweet and Sour
Tags: daily life