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March 13, 2014 is when it all began for me. At this point in my life I had been on a handful of trips (ranging from road trips to the U.S., a week in Spain, numerous Carribean resorts), but this time was different. This time I was alone. I had not spend months planning this trip. It was a decision I made three weeks prior to my departure. I simply wanted to go to my dream city at the time: Paris. I had barely slept the night before as feelings of anxiety swam around my body. I had seen “Taken” far too many times. But I was tired of waiting. And so I did it. I arrived in London for a few nights before making my way to Paris. Fast forward eight years later, I can honestly say that first trip alone changed my life: my confidence grew, I felt empowered to keep seeing the world alone, I met incredible people I still called friends, and I learned the world really isn’t that scary.

At first I was rather embarrassed to be traveling on my own. I hardly told anyone about it. “Will people think I have no friends?” I thought to myself. But as I met countless others traveling on their own, I realized I wasn’t alone. I embraced solo travel. In fact, I began to prefer it. And I truly began to believe every person, especially woman, needed to travel alone at least once in their life. This blog started because I know there are many others out there on the fence about traveling on their own. You might be one of those people. You’ve been dreaming about visiting a certain city for ages, but are hesitate to pull the trigger. Well, I started this blog for people like you in hopes that sharing a bit about my solo travel journey will inspire you to begin your own.