I never think twice about traveling solo. In fact, the reason for my excessive selfies during those two weeks in Sydney was because I was on my own the whole time. Traveling in pair can save a bundle on accommodation but the logistics of coordinating work schedule is not always feasible. When I announced my travel plan to friends, many responded in amazement for my lack of companionship. Was it really so odd I traveled solo across the globe even though I am in a committed relationship?
I have always been a ringleader among friends and the man of the house to get things done. Finding places to go, things to do, delicious bites to eat, and filling in the mundane logistic blanks come naturally to me. I enjoy the adventure that traveling to a strange city brings. And no, it is not scary at all. I missed M tremendously during my trip, of course. Whether I was climbing the iconic Harbour Bridge, skating the streets of downtown Sydney, or immersing in the sights and sounds of lively night markets, I constantly thought how much he would enjoy it too. Relationship is built upon shared experiences and I was sad that we missed the opportunity to experience Sydney together for the first time.
The hustle and bustle of the city easily drowned out any thoughts of loneliness. I was too busy taking in all that was around me to even realize I was alone. When I returned to my room at night, I was occupied with writing travel notes and uploading photos to share with friends and family back home. My world was buzzing with activities until I arrived in Glenbrook in Blue Mountains National Park for a morning of bushwalking.
