When people learn that I love traveling solo, I usually get the questions, “Isn’t it lonely? Don’t you have any friends?”
Solo travel isn’t as lonely or as daunting as it may seem. It helped me transform from someone who vicariously experiences adventures through fiction to someone actually living them out.
Here’s my story.
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