I have been traveling across Europe for the past two weeks – Barcelona, Florence, Pisa, Rome, Venice, and now Paris.
Growing up, I’ve always been the anxious type. I can’t help, but live for the future and fear it as the same time. It’s an intricate balance between excitement and fear. The manifestation of fear tends to occur when one feels lost and completely out of control, which is typical for the anxious. Traveling solo has been an enlightening, yet frightening experience due to the fact that you are in a city where no one knows who you are, but at the same time, it opens opportunities to get known and develop friendships. What differs between solo and group is the fact that you’ve got a companion, which significantly lessens the feeling of loneliness. From what I’ve gathered from making friends throughout my travels, all of us go through waves of loneliness, which gets a little bit amplified with anxiety – especially those sleepless nights in Barcelona. There is, however, a really enlightening experience with travel and that is surrender. It is a misnomer to define it as defeat, but one should always equate the definition to acceptance. One learns to live life, as it is, travel freely, and enjoy the wander.