“Never did the world make a queen of a girl who hides in houses and dreams without traveling.
~Roman Payne, The Wandress
I would love to say that my first foray into solo international travel was based on some grandiose plan, some well thought out quest to see the world. But really, it was because I was simply tired of waiting.
Sure, in my Goals post that I wrote earlier this year, I laid out the fact that I wanted to take a solo, international, pleasure trip. But when I wrote that, I wasn’t sure I was ready to do it so soon. But I made a goal for myself—along with the goal to see one new state and one new country every year—and I wanted to stick to it. And all of my friends had reasons—some valid, some not so much—about why they couldn’t travel with me internationally this year, even though I had been trying to orchestrate a trip for well over a year. I had finally reached my ‘put-up-or-shut-up’ point with myself. So I pulled the trigger and booked something on my own.
I can’t believe I waited so long.
Initially, I had chosen Turks and Caicos as my destination. But after a series of unfortunate events, I ended up with a solo ticket to Panama.
And. It. Was. Awesome.