I’ve been in Europe traveling alone for a little over two weeks now.
I have enjoyed 95% of this adventure – and I am completely content and happy. Who wouldn’t be? Who wouldn’t be completely ecstatic to be living out her lifelong dream of becoming a writer, world-traveler, and storyteller?
Every passion in my life points to my current place of being as where I am supposed to be.
When I was a kid, I was completely obsessed with stories like Peter Pan, Chronicles of Narnia, and Alice in Wonderland – why? They all went on epic adventures, and the writing was so damn good.
When I attempted to go to college, I studied Medieval Literature and History because I was fascinated by a culture whose history was originally built upon using oral storytelling for preservation, until writing outside of the church became a daily activity. Geoffrey Chaucer is my absolute favorite person from history, because of his impact on storytelling and on the English language. I can still half-way recite the first canto of the prologue to The Canterbury Tales, but it’s been awhile since I had to memorize anything!
If Dumbledore were real, only he would surpass Chaucer for my favorite historical figure.
When I lived in Colorado for a year and a half, I went on many day trips and overnight trips by myself. I also went on adventures with friends, which were always fun, but I prefer solo-adventures more than group-adventures (I also HATED group work in school – “just let me do it myself; I will get it done better and faster,” was my pompous attitude when the teacher assigned us into groups).
Preferring to be alone does not mean one is lonely. It could mean that person has social awkwardness, and I feel like I have come a long way from being, “too shy to talk,” to being comfortable setting up a tripod in a busy city center to take a self-portrait, or walking up to a stranger to ask a question.
The difficulties in solo-travel occur in moments you wish you could share with someone. When you are watching a sunset alone, and the wind picks up, blowing a cloud of leaves all around you – something magical – and you just wish you could turn to your left and smile at someone who is there enjoying it with you.
They happen when you are on a boat with couples and families in Norway, experiences the fjords, and you have to ask someone to take a photo of you – knowing it will probably be a poorly-framed picture, but you don’t want to ask them to take it again, because they have their own pictures to take.
Difficulties in solo-travel happen when you really just wish you could save some pennies and split a meal you’re not going to finish anyways with a friend. Hotel rooms, too.
Difficulties in solo-travel happen when you’re texting your friends photos of what you’re seeing and they reply with, “cool,” which is expected, but you also feel like you’re bragging. All you want is someone to share these moments with.
They happen when you realize how, “American,” it is to smile at everyone you pass on the street, simply because you are wishing to share a moment with another human.
As a “digital nomade,” another difficulty that crosses my mind multiple times a day is, “how the hell will I return to my home-life?” I don’t think I can, and figuring our my game-plan after this trip is already proving to be a challenge – but I am SO UP FOR IT!
However – despite all of this, I still absolutely love solo-travel. I’m not scared that I could experiences loneliness, and so far, I have not had a bit of loneliness at this point in my journey (that doesn’t mean it won’t happen – it will). I do know for certain that I would not rather be anywhere else, doing anything else than traveling Europe alone right now.