When you're not really OK
Less than 10 months ago, I got on a plane to Cebu, stayed for a couple of days, then got on another plane to Hong Kong. I stayed another couple of days on my own in Hong Kong and just walked around Nathan Road, feeling the cold, brisk air in my face and ate alone at a Turkish restaurant. I have never really minded being on my own. The first time I experienced being on my own was when I left home for college. I was 17. Sure I missed my family terribly, I missed having my own ride, and I missed being comfortable in my house. When you go off to college and share a house with 35 other individuals, you're bound to keep to yourself so as not to disturb them, or worse, make enemies of them. A couple of days in Hong Kong prepared me to get on another plane headed to Mumbai, India. I wasn't even able to stay in Mumbai for an hour. The moment I arrived in Mumbai, I had to look for the check in counter headed to Doha, Qatar. It was going to be the start of a new life for me. I never...