I will always love arriving, but I'm born to leave.

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The Last Trip: Part 2

The Last Trip: Part 2

March 2003: Hours before my departure for the Philippines and in the midst of last-minute packing, I called my mother to verify my arrival in Manila. Despite the bad phone connection, I sensed that something wasn’t right. She sounded frazzled. She haltingly informed me then […]

Doors

Doors

“The best thing about existence is that any moment in time can be a point of beginning to anything! In other words, every moment of our life holds a key for the unknown or the closed doors of new paths!” ― Mehmet Murat ildan I […]

Solo Soul

Solo Soul

TRAVEL ALONE … and see things from a different point of view.

Traveling by myself is nothing new to me. When I was a young girl growing up in the Philippines, I’ve always gone to places unaccompanied or unescorted by an adult. I don’t remember feeling scared or intimidated at all. In fact, I looked forward to those trips and usually volunteered for errands that required travel. My grandmother used to say that I was born to wander because I have moles on the sole of my left foot. I don’t know if there’s validity to her claim but I’ve always felt the urge to leave and go somewhere, anywhere … and the farther, the better. Back then, I just know that I was meant to be anywhere but home. It sounds wrong to say that but that’s how I really felt. Whenever asked what I wanted to be when I grow up, I always answered, “I want to travel the world.” My wish came true, when at the age of 24, I left the Philippines for a nursing job in the US. Thus, began my roaming ways.

Over the years, I have traveled to many places in the US and Europe. I am lucky to be friends with people who are just as interested to see and experience what these wonderful cities and countries can offer. Suffice to say that in those trips, I mostly tagged along and was content to leave most of the planning and logistics to those who were willing to figure things out for the group. As a result, I didn’t pay much attention to the details and didn’t have a lot of input into where to go and what to do.  Consequently, I felt that I missed out on a lot of things and places that I might have been interested to explore or experience. To be fair, it wasn’t anybody else’s fault but mine. I should have been more proactive as they were my trips too.

In the recent years, it’s been more challenging to plan trips with people. Our schedules and time-tables were not aligning and we seemed to have differing destinations in mind. I’ve been reading a lot of articles on women traveling solo and the idea became more attractive to me. After giving myself a rousing pep talk about being adventurous and independent, I booked myself a flight to Florence, Italy and went gung-ho on researching and planning. So, on July of 2015, I spent a wonderful week in Florence and Cinque Terre and I can definitely say, that I am now absolutely obsessed and irrevocably addicted to solo travel. That week changed my life in so many ways than I can enumerate here. Perhaps this video can show it better.

Now that I’ve been doing it alone, it’s challenging to go back to traveling with anyone else again unless it’s with someone with a compatible traveling sense. For now, I will be wandering this earth on my own terms and loving every second of it.   It might not be for anyone but if you are someone who have  thought about it, what’s keeping you from pulling the plug? I’d say stop hedging and overthinking  it and just book that flight. Even if it turns out  to be not your cup of tea, at the very least, you can say you’ve done it. It’ll still be very much worth it. And if you have traveled solo or is a seasoned solo traveler, please comment below to share your thoughts on this blog post. I would love to hear back from you.

 

 

Path of a Wanderess

Path of a Wanderess

“My spirit gets nourished in faraway places. Sometimes I wonder if it’s a biological need, perhaps a biological flaw, that compels me to seek the excitement and challenge that comes of being in a place where nobody knows me. Other times I think that my […]