Traveling. Seeing new places. Feeling alive again. Getting away from the rut of life and into a new world. To explore, to feel, to soak in. Most of us are travel-junkies at heart―we conjure up images of far off places and breathtaking escapes. We sigh through images of foreign locations and long to be there. We will ourselves to walk through those nature trails. We think ‘let’s go on an adventure’, and then quietly smother that voice down just as soon as it spears its ugly head. Because, alone.
*Long awkward silence.*
I get it. Traveling all alone? Doing things all by yourself? Or how about the far more philosophical one … going alone without having anyone to share those experiences with? Yes, traveling alone without anyone to share those experiences with, and doing things all by oneself. But how? Why?
Because, memories. Because, freedom. Because, unbelievable, innumerable, countless moments. That’s why.