From: Solo Travel: How Traveling to Paris Alone Changed My Life
I’m leaving for London in a week and a half for work, and since I’ll be in the area, I decided that I should extend my trip a week to travel. How often does one get the opportunity to fly roundtrip, all expenses paid to Europe?
At first I had imagined an extravagant post-London journey with friends, hopping from Barcelona to Paris to Krakow and then back again to London, all within 7 days. But as I slowly attempted to pull together the details, I realized that this ambitious trip was impossible, both financially and time-wise.
So I said fuck it. I’m just going to catch a train from London and spend a full week in Paris by myself. And that’s exactly what I’ll be doing.
The prospect of traveling by myself to a foreign country I’ve never been to before, where the primary language spoken is one other than English, is both exciting and terrifying, but I’m really looking forward to it. I just can’t wait to be in Paris, to absorb the City of Lights at my own leisure without anyone else’s schedule to consider or adhere to.
It’s funny, because I guess this is always what I imagined I’d be doing one day. In high school I used to always write about how one day I would find myself sitting on a warm balcony in some villa in Spain, letting sunlight pour through worn shutters and paint strips across the floor. I always imagined that I would one day find myself with my journal and pen in hand, sitting for hours in a cafe where the surrounding conversations were in a tongue I didn’t understand.
I guess this day has finally come. It’s so weird to grow up and watch my adolescent dreams unfold.