Here's one! — 2 months ago
~ I was going to write about asking for – and getting – a raise at work, but although it was kinda gutsy, I don’t think it fits the bounds for this goal ~
So instead, I find myself writing about the past. Last summer I traveled to europe (backpack) by myself, two weeks vacationing, plus two weeks volunteering on a restoration project. I had traveled with both friends and family before, so I had a bit of experience under my belt. But the solo travel thing is a very unique breed.
It was surprising how much I stepped out of my comfort zone. What is it about traveling that frees us? I was so open-minded, curious about everyone, no qualms, no nit-picky. When you’re traveling solo, you’re kind of forced to engage with strangers, and I quickly discovered that it’s really fun!
It was inspiring because of the quiet times, the me times, the fact that I could spend my time however I wanted. I could spend the whole day at a cafe, people-watching, or staring at a painting in a museum, and not be worried about fitting in all the touristy spots or hurrying to the next site. I found this reflection, this ability to slow down and really experience each city very inspiring, and I learned a lot about myself in the process.
It was terrifying because I hit a point, about 3 weeks in, when I felt done. Everything was going wrong. I really began to crave people who know me and understand me, not only because they speak the same language, but because they can read between my lines, and just know what to say. So loneliness is something I had to deal with. It was a bizarre feeling. Luckily, it was temporary, and a great learning experience.
Overall the inspiring and surprising far outweighed the terrifying. And, I will always always recommend solo travel.
