I Don’t Like Traveling Alone—But I Keep Doing It Anyway

Solo travel is liberating and frustrating. It’s helped me know myself better—and enjoy myself more. 

The travel bug bit me hard and early. I grew up in a traveling family, with parents who pushed me out the door after high school to experience the Big Wide World. Since then, I’ve spent much of my spare time and income traveling. And I love it. 

New cultures, new foods, new people, new adventures—what isn’t there to love about traveling? Well, one thing: being by myself. 

Solo travel is both liberating and frustrating. Thrilling and terrifying. It’s one of my most complex relationships but one I keep coming back to. And for good reason. It’s helped me know myself better—and enjoy myself more. 

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