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.
![Apparently I liked traveling alone from a young age.](https://singleflyer.com/wp-content/uploads/2014/11/PICT0010-300x199.jpg)
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.