I absolutely love to travel, and since most people I know don’t have the time and flexibility to travel as much as I do, I mostly travel by myself. I often get comments about traveling alone. Some people think it’s only for weird people (but hey, that’s a compliment, right), and others think it’s both brave and adventurous, but in both cases they would never have done it themselves. Ever. I often find myself wondering what they are most afraid of; the traveling part or the alone part. I think it’s the latter, because you definitely get to do a lot of soul searching spending so much time in your own company, and I’ll be the first to admit that that can be intimidating. Traveling solo also let you find out just how capable you are, and maybe you’re afraid that you’re not capable at all. Better to stay home and never find out, right. But traveling alone is about so much more. It’s about building confidence, discovering new interests and living life on your terms. We usually respond to the world based on who we are with. We temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others, when wandering should have the curiosity of a child. You travel to explore. To learn. To meet new people and see new places. So why not widen your comfort zone a little. All you got to do is decide to go, and the hardest part is over. Promise. Safe travels!