I'm going on my first solo trip in a couple weeks. I'm going for a few days and i have no idea what it will be like. I've travelled a lot with other people and I hope that doing it on my own will be a new experience.
Life is scary and connection is hard and sometimes even the most perfect relationships can become crutches.
Going to nurture my alone time like a good sourdough starter.
I was afraid of all of the things a woman has been told to be wary of when traveling solo, and thankfully none of those fears were realized. Instead, I unlocked a new appreciation for the magic of traveling alone. Whether or not it was conscious, I ended up meeting and interacting with really cool older women. One of whom, I am convinced was myself from the future. Another I had the pleasure of sharing a campsite with, her name was Lynn. She told me how she got to the states, a long and amazing story from NZ to Chile (during Pinochet) to New Mexico. The next day was her 70th birthday, she was also traveling solo πβ¨.
Made this little pocket altar earlier this year and take it with me in all of my bags as a good luck charm. In it are little charms passed down throughout my family, a locket with pics of my parents in it, a ballerina from a bracelet my great grandma gave me at my first dance recital (when I was 3), and a mini Polaroid of my cutie gf π₯Ήππ«
