So fast forward four years and I'm graduating university and I know that I still want to go travelling. But I have no one to go with. I think that I can't go by myself and I either have to wait until I find someone who wants to go with me or give up on the dream.
Then I started a job which I loved and I forgot about the dream for a while but that desire was still always burning, like a flame on a candle that seems like it will go out soon but never does.
I soon came to realise that if I didn't travel that I would not be happy or satisfied with my life and I would always feel like I missed out on something. I decided I couldn't rely on anyone else, if this is what I want to do then I must do it by myself.
So, what was it like to travel by myself?
After reading countless blogs and stories online, and having met girls who also travelled solo, I felt much more reassured and it no longer seemed like the impossible.
And on July 4, 2017 I stepped onto a plane from Heathrow to Bali and my solo journey began.
There are many pros to travelling solo.
- Realised I could put myself out of comfort zone, now confident enough to go up talk to anyone
- Great way to make new friends have experiences
- Can do what I like when I like
- Had experiences I would never have had otherwise because of the freedom
- So many other solo travellers
- You're not really ever solo because you meet people and stay with them
But it is weird when you're going from place to place by yourself.
Am I glad I went travelling by myself? Hell yeah I am. But would I ever do it again?
No. I will just have to wait til I find someone who I can experience new things with.
(Unless I'm 40 and in a mid life crisis and want to escape the realities of the real world...)
