I arrived the other night in the Twin Cities for a client meeting, and stayed in an ultra-swank hotel in downtown Minneapolis. The kind of place you walk into and, thanks to the genius lighting scheme, sculptural elements, music and overall vibe, you feel way cooler than you have any business being.
Who wants to be alone? My dad's words made no sense to me at the time. The idea of walking into a restaurant and saying to the hostess "Just one, please" is daunting, terrifying, and depressing. Movies alone. Shopping alone. Entire weekends alone. It all just sounds and feels terrible. Bleak. Until it doesn't.
Traveling alone for an extended period means you spend a lot of time inside your own head. Alone, bombarded with new stimuli at every turn, your mind can truly appreciate the juxtaposition of people, places and things. Most importantly, you're going to think deeply about whether you're living your life meaningfully.