Solo Travel Sucks

On the first day, I could barely hold on to a smile as I bewailed my conditions in a journal entry. I’ve been here for a week, and it’s hard. I can’t stop the creeping thoughts of inadequacy bubble up from my innermost depths. Maybe I’m not cut out for this. I had that thought a lot during my first few days here, and I still have it at least once a day. To tell you the truth, I miss my partner, my family, my dogs, and my hometown. I can perform a number of mental gymnastics to try to figure out why I have tough days here, but I think the simple truth is there’s a lot of unfamiliar, new stuff that has knocked me off my pedestal of control and thrown me in a chaos, grasping for some sense of familiarity and control. And when I grasp for that familiarity and come up empty-handed, I feel sad. I feel alone. I feel disconnected with the world I spent so many years building in the US. But I’m not going to run away from this feeling. In fact, I think it’s good I’m feeling this way. <a href="https://medium.com/icarus-unbound/solo-travel-sucks-d9b73067f9e0">Read More</a>