Really, it hasn't been that bad. I kind of expected that I would be a depressed mope this week, unable to work, teary all day, and doing nothing but watch South African music videos on Channel O and eat chocolate. I have no illusion that the truly low and lonely times won't come, but so far being alone in Maputo has been okay. Good, even.
I've been more productive than I have in ages, and although I know I'm keeping busy as part of a strategy not to wallow, it's such a lovely feeling of accomplishment to get things done - and by myself nonetheless.
Today, for example, I woke up early and mediated for 15 minutes on the varanda. Then I had some chai and played with the cats. I took a shower at an appropriately early hour (something I struggled with when Rico was here and we'd lounge in the mornings), then got to work. I made an outline for an evaluation report we will be doing next month, sent some e-mails, and worked on the remaining business plan for the IFC.
Around 9am I started running errands. I went to the bank to get money, the first time I've been to the bank by myself since Ricardo and I moved to Maputo in January, and unbelievably only the second time I've been to the bank by myself since moving to Mozambique nearly a year and a half ago! (In my favor, the first bank experience back in Chimoio was so traumatizing I feel somewhat justified in my aversion going to the bank alone. It was like being in a cattle car - seriously. I had to paw my way through a smelly crowd and wait for 2.5 hours just to make a deposit.)
After a successful trip to a surprisingly clean and orderly bank branch near our flat, I called our regular taxi driver, Zeca, and hit the town. I went to the fabric shop and bought a square of thick black fabric to cover my table at the crafts fair this weekend. Then I went to the office supply shop and bought a buletin board for the office (that will double as an earring holder at the fair). The stupid thing cost $38 dollars, a totally inflated price for a product of dubious quality, an all-too-common phenomenon here in Mozambique, land of the import-dependent. My next stop was a camera shop where I got 4 photos taken for use on assorted documents and visa applications. Finally I went to the bakery and bought fresh bread.
This evening I made some jewelry, talked to Rico's mom on Skype, and finally got a chance to talk to Rico himself on the phone. He's made it safely to Brasil and was enjoying a churrasco when we spoke. I tried not to be jealous.
All in all, quite a satisfying day. As long as I'm busy, everything is just fine. I miss Rico, but I feel I have a purpose throughout the day, things to accomplish, errands to run, documents to write, phone calls to make, jewelry to create, and cats to play with. I wonder how long this will last...