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.
Sadness was, after all, a familiar friend, one that you no longer shut the door to as you grow older; one that you invite in, chat with, and say goodbye to knowing that you’ll see each other again.
Sweets buffets, hot springs and even burlesque. Find travel inspirations from my January highlights!
A dash of bitter in an otherwise sweet review.
Every now and then your luck turns against you and you meet a rotten apple. This is one such story.
Travel, for me, is about finding the beauty in the fleeting moments, whether it’s an old man trying to take a photo of his wife, or a young mother taking her two sons out.
How quick we are to mistake propaganda for ideology just so we can fill that consumeristic void with the closest thing we can find to some purpose in living.
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