He was lonely at times sure, But his mind never thought about it too much, the walks and the views of nature helped pass the time while he was out, some could think Waylon was nuts for how he managed, But a person who was use to being alone tends to feel home that way.
"I wonder, what there is to do here, what people eat here." Waylon mentioned to himself. Feeling lost in the streets, he had only done a few jobs here, he had no idea where to go or what was what around Era, He was like a small dog in a new home with wooden floors that he did not know how to walk on, could easily make Waylon nervous but it did not, Often being told by family he had to get out and learn, explore and figure out life some how...maybe just him leaving with out saying a word wasn't the best way to do it, Well at least he left a note which was good, Waylon would get hung by his mother and father, figuratively anyway he doubt anyone would actually hang him.
Nonetheless with traveling bag over his shoulder, He walks around aimlessly in the streets unsure what exactly and where exactly he was going, But Waylon would figure out eventually sometime soon.