Wanderlust. The skin between me and the world has dissolved. Instead of retreating from pain and joy and vulnerability, I'm consumed with farsickness. Why wait for a traveling companion? Do I fear the loneliness inherent to my soul ranging the universe on its own? Yes, of course.
Don't get me wrong, I love to travel with friends, family, or with a lover, but I am so happy I experienced a solo trip, and I'll definitely do it again (though next time I'll probably pick a spot that's less packed with honeymooners).
You've heard it before: traveling solo can be one of the most terrifying, yet rewarding experiences of your life. My first solo trip was to a place many consider the most romantic city in the world: Paris. Why would I do such a thing to myself?
After spending my childhood travelling the world and living in almost 30 homes, you'd think I'd be sick of travelling. But, three months before getting married, I decided I wasn't ready to stop just yet.
When you travel alone you are also more open to different experiences and more chance encounters. The friends you meet traveling bring a different and refreshing prospective to your life, and make you a better more tolerant, educated individual by default.
You may have noticed a sudden increase in popularity in female solo travel, and perhaps wondered what the fuss is all about. Why is it such a big deal if a female travels alone when men travel alone all the time, right?
While I was surrounded by people and my thoughts were kept to myself, I felt that liberated feeling I experienced when I boarded the plane to a new country. Only this time, I wasn't outwardly going anywhere. I was heading to a new experience in my soul.
The argument for traveling solo has become a popular topic. I wanted to travel, but I wanted to see so much and didn't want to put a short time stamp on it. So, instead of waiting around for someone to be able to join me for this several-month long trip I wanted to do, I went solo.