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Why I Love Traveling Alone
“Good for you, but I just don’t think I would ever do that.”
Translated: “It sounds kind of lame. ”
“Wouldn’t you rather wait to take a trip with a friend?”
Translated: “Wow, how sad, you must really have no friends.”
“How brave of you — and you’re not scared?”
Translated: “You probably shouldn’t do this.”
These are all sentences that people uttered to me when I said I was going to explore three different European countries alone. It’s a mix of awe-inspired pity, judgment, and fear that I heard from people.
The truth is, I love traveling alone more than with other people. Sure, it’s nice to have a buddy tag along, but if you have ever traveled alone, it can become addicting.
Sometimes it’s just the little things, like:
- Eating whenever you want
- Seeing what you want, when you want
- Not having to consider other people’s wants/feelings for once in your life
- And mostly, not worrying about your travel buddy walking into the bathroom after you’ve taken a shit
It’s completely selfish and hedonistic. And I. love. it.
