I haven't been on the road much in the past couple of months and I actually forgot how lonely it is traveling alone. I can think of few things I enjoy less.
You walk alone. drive alone. eat alone. sleep alone.
There are no memories.
I try to spice it up by flying first or getting into the little airport sanctuaries (this lounge in SF is pretty nice) or eating at fancy restaurants but really even those things lose their appeal rather quickly and believe me I'm not ungrateful for my life...I just don't like this part of it.
I really just want to get to NY and then get home.