People always say that it’s nice to have someone with whom to share the experience when you’re traveling, and this is certainly true. But sometimes, it can be so nice to NOT have to share a moment with someone, to NOT have to turn to your traveling companion and verbally acknowledge what you’ve just seen, but rather to selfishly take it all in for yourself. You can tell the rest of the world about it later, if you want. For now, it’s just yours.
I <3 <3 <3 traveling alone. When I think of my best moments, the moments when I’ve felt the most confident, the most glamourous, the most like the person I want to be, they all take place in airports and airplanes, by myself, at the beginning of a journey.
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TRUE! Nothing’s better than having a glass of wine at the airport before the flight takes off, or on the train while looking out the window en route to whatever final destination. Then the trip sucks sometimes, but at least that beginning was awesome. Plus there are so many hot guys at the airport. It’s messed up how many there are, sometimes.
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Six days in Barcelona by myself in 6 weeks and counting!
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