solo travel is fucking hard

This is the shit nobody tells you about.

It takes hours of research figuring out where to go and how to get there, times that you want nothing more than to see a familiar face, and others in which you need to be alone. You will get tired. You will get diarrhea. But most of all, you will learn so many lessons.

I thought it was just a series of unfortunate events that have made this second solo journey not the life changing, friendship frenzy, greatest time of my life (from dealing with a fever, getting into a motorbiking accident, staying inside a room for 2 weeks recovering to being abandoned). I’ve come to realize that what makes any experience worthwhile are the connections you make with other people. ‘People make the trip’. It’s been such a gamble, that my only hope was to be able to run into someone that, even for just a moment, understood my humour.

Fortunately, I faced my luck of the draw, running into a group of girls I ended up re-meeting in another country. I spent my best days and nights in South East Asia with them. But, as soon as we said our goodbyes, it was back to square one.

I’ve definitely fast tracked a lot of life lessons in this one month. Lessons that I wouldn’t easily find else where. I’ve acknowledged that being alone in such a foreign place can give you a lot of practice in self-growth. But I know now, the next time I travel, I’ll require a lot more structure. Be it a tour group or a group of friends, taking on the world is much easier with good company by your side. But this is just my personal experience.

In many ways, we work like machines. But what separates us from the masses is our individuality. Our interests and disinterests. Every city or country will have a different review based on someone’s experiences and likes. It’s silly to assume that specific trips or experiences are necessary in order to live a happy and fulfilling life. If Judy is completely content staying in her studio apartment in a little village, let her do her duty. It’s the moment one is introduced to a world of expectation that they’ll daydream about the busy streets of New York. A picture painted by a movie or book. You shouldn’t expect to fall in love the way Rosalie did in some storybook. Or mull over the hoards of gorgeous photos travel influencers take. Don’t assume that New York will change your life because it did that to your friend’s aunt’s cousin’s step sister. We are human. We experience differently.

Follow your instincts. Get to know yourself to a point where you know what does and doesn’t feel right for you. Be aware that the world is trying to make money, often off of you. You will be made to feel like you’re not good enough. But we are all living the same dream. We are a reflection of each other. It’s different for everybody, but all we want is to be happy. It takes growth within to accept the grim. But what’s good and bad is just an idea you’ve built up in your head.

Solo travel.. or don’t. Do whatever feels right for you (the way you should live your life anyways).

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