on traveling alone
During the week of Hurricane Sandy, the hardest thing I had to deal with was being by myself.
While I knew how lucky I was to be with power, with heat, and with a home, I was also sorta-kinda freaking out. For once, I had time to do all the things I always wish I could do more of — go for walks, do yoga at home, write letters, learn ukulele, read — and yet I lacked the motivation to do anything productive or creative. I found that I was bored, and boring, and lonely. And then I realized how WEIRD that was. Am I a lonely person? Do I need other people to stimulate me, inspire me? Can I not keep my own self company?
And then I remembered my 108 things post, and one entry in particular: “50. Hopefully going on a vacation by myself.”
So, I told myself: “Self, you are going on a vacation. Alone. And you’re going to love it.”
Honestly, traveling alone is way different than being cooped up in your tiny apartment while there’s a natural disaster occurring outside your window. Still, it’s something I’ve always wanted to do, and I think it will teach me how to love solitude (among other things, just check out this article!)
And while I will be traveling alone, I do not plan on being alone the whole time. I’m hoping to meet people along the way, connect with friends-of-friends-of-friends for places to visit, sleep, see, etc, but I want to do it by myself. I want to sleep alone and wake up alone and figure out things on my own. Learn by myself, and about myself! And see a new place through my own eyes.
As Alain De Botton wrote, “It seemed an advantage to be traveling alone. Our responses to the world are crucially molded by the company we keep, for we temper our curiosity to fit in with the expectations of others. They may have particular visions of who we are and hence may subtly prevent certain sides of us from emerging…”
So, where am I going? It took me some time to figure that out, too. I thought about going back to Africa, but with the price of airfare I may as well buy a one-way ticket. Then I oddly really wanted to go to Ireland, but it’d be so freakin cold. Colorado or Oregon? Too familiar. Bali? Way too Eat Pray Love. And then instead of continuing to think and never decide, never actually buy my ticket, I remembered what a friend told me: It doesn’t matter where you go. It’ll be somewhere new. And that’s all that matters.
When I purchased my plane ticket, I’ll be honest: I was nervous. But then I told myself that I should JFDI (just fucking do it). That in order to do the things I love, and the things that challenge me, and even scare me, I have to make the first move. I wanted to sing, so I joined a band. I wanted to run a marathon, so I signed up. I wanted to write, so I started this blog. And now I want to make sure I can travel when I have the opportunity, the flexibility, the money (kinda), and the freedom.
So I’m going to Costa Rica. In January. For nine days. I have no set plans and only my roundtrip ticket. And I couldn’t be more excited.
Pura Vida. Full of Life. I’m going after it.
Posted on November 9, 2012, in Uncategorized. Bookmark the permalink. 12 Comments.
Good for you! For me, the hardest part about traveling solo is going out to eat by yourself. I often end up finding someone (and end with a gret story), but I find it stressful.
I’ve actually never done that! I’m hoping that I’ll just end up sitting/eating at bars so I can make friends wherever I go…maybe??
That will be an amazing trip. I think you will LOVE it.
I sure hope so! 😀
I LOVE this!!! You are going to have an amazing trip, and I can’t think of a more perfect place to go alone. Its beautiful, the people are wonderful and there is so much to do and so much to enjoy if you don’t want to do anything!!! We got married in Costa Rica and I fell in love and am dying to go back!!!
You got married there?? That’s amazing!! I will have to ask you for recommendations as the date gets closer 🙂
YOU”RE GOING TO HAVE SO MUCH FUN! It’s seriously going to be amazing. I’m jealous! I can’t wait to hear all about the fun you have. I lived in Singapore for 8 weeks last summer and it was definitely a challenge for me to go there alone, though there were other graduate students there so I wasn’t truly alone, but I was still soooo ready to come home by then. You’re going to have a blast!
8 weeks!! I wish i had 8 weeks. Ah, being an adult..
i would love to go to Costa Rica!! You are going to have so much fun! and, reading posts above, i actually really enjoy eating alone-i used to travel for work and had plenty of opportunity. you do meet a ton of people at the bar (that’s where i would always eat). can’t wait to hear all about it!
can’t wait to write about it! esp the eating alone thing 🙂
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