I hated solo travel.
I'm an American living in Germany. For the first year, I tried out solo travel to different parts of Germany, Malaga, Belgium and the Netherlands. I despised those trips, because I felt I needed to share those experiences with someone. It never felt right and I was constantly bored (I think because of my extraverted personality, with not having anyone to talk to).
I began dating a woman, with whom I spent over 2 years traveling all across Europe. We went on many wonderful trips and some not so wonderful, unfortunately, due to arguments. After those 2 years, she wound up leaving the relationship, and I was lost. I didn't really know what to do. I was in a pretty depressed state and thought that the passion of traveling wouldn't resurface without her.
I became bored off my ass and after many months of being a hermit, I decided to say fuck it, Im going to the Netherlands for a 3-day trip. I didn't know where I was going to go, or if I'd be back in that state of being bored, without a partner to share these experiences with. It seemed easier for me to go to the Netherlands, since damn near everyone speaks English.
I packed my bags, loaded them into the car and got on the road. About 20 kilometers out, I hit this state of euphoria. It was the happiest I had been in a long time. It was peculiar, but enlightening. I had realized that the passion didn't leave with her. It took me a while to figure that out. I spent that 3 day weekend visiting unique places, eating bomb food and drinking amazing brews throughout 4 cities. I got to meet many people and even networked for work. I did it all on my own, and I am extremely proud of myself for that.
Every weekend is now a solo trip somewhere different. I love it because I am learning a tremendous amount about myself. I wish I had realized all of this earlier, but I'm just glad that it happened.
Submitted January 29, 2019 at 06:06PM by globetrottingbmet http://bit.ly/2UktIjM
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