I have been an avid reader of various travel blogs over the past few years and have found that reading about others’ experiences has helped me appreciate my own travel.
Travel is not a new love; growing up the night before a trip was more exciting than the night before Christmas. The discovery of new climates, sleeping in a hotel bed, and yes, even the joy of an airplane meal or mini bottles of shampoo.
Throughout high school and college I was fortunate enough to be able to travel domestically and internationally. It became an addiction; I spent much of my time planning my next adventure.
A few years ago I had the urge but my usual companions were unavailable. I decided to go it alone. I had traveled alone before but it always scared me a bit. Once I overcame my insecurity, I found flying solo had its own perks and could be just as enjoyable. I still love to travel with family and friends. However, there is something freeing about packing a bag and leaving everything else behind.