I'm totally kickass and courageous, right? Wrong. I do have fears, and if I were to boil them down into one word, that word would be...
Thank you, friends. Thank you for letting me bare my soul... my opinions, my desires, my failures, my vulnerabilities, my epiphanies... and accepting me.
When you’re single, no man has a hold on your heart, mood, emotions, time... no one has the power to shift the winds of your day. Single = safe.
Costa Rica. My first international trip ENTIRELY ALONE, opened the floodgates to my new wave of solo travel.
I was born with an urge to roam. It’s innate. When someone like myself decides to go gallivanting around the world alone, the idea didn’t come out of nowhere as if I were struck by lightning. It was a decision that culminated from the escapist urge that’s always been brewing, churning and growing inside me. I started slow; tentatively. I dabbled. I felt the rush. And then a longer trip, a farther trip, a riskier trip, and I was hooked.