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I haven’t had a cuddle in two weeks.

Two weeks ago today (10/10/2017) I set off for a solo trip around Europe.

I haven’t had a cuddle since I left Britain.

For those of you who don’t know me, I love to hug, hold hands, and squeeze my friends and family. I’m a tactile person. I’m naturally physically at ease with those around me. I love a good cwtch (which is a term, it turns out, people in Europe are not familiar with!) Consequently, I’m someone who feels lonely, disconnected from her surroundings and the people she is with, without that physical contact.

At first this absence didn’t bother me. In fact I enjoyed the space to be by my absolute self. Explore myself in a way I never had before. I connected with my surroundings on a whole new level. With the world. My environment. I was connected. But to the bigger picture. To strangers through eye contact, and to the cities and towns I visited through my feet.

But in the presence of another person, Stuart, who I was sharing that time and space with, I realised how much I missed being able to be at ease with another human being. To hold hands, entangle limbs whilst sprawled on a sofa watching TV, to lean, to be leant on, to feel the warmth of a second body simply being near you. Not even holding you, just being near you. Continue reading