Sep 03, 2012 10:34
I don't know when I started doing things on my own, or trying them. I know, growing up with siblings, I appreciated being alone because they're always there, and sometimes when you're younger you just want to get away from them. Bratty and all that jazz. I shared a room with my sister for most of my life at home.
So, when I was away at Stony Brook, I appreciated time away from home, time on my own. My mom used to have to force me to come home on weekends, I never went home voluntarily. I didn't mind walking around campus on my own, across later at night. It was peaceful.
Eating alone took a bit more to get used to, but the rare occasion I did was nice. Just people watching and reading.
I came here alone, and that was a whole new sense of alone, but I've adjusted to it just fine.
So much so, I booked a flight to Stockholm alone. My friends were busy, or didn't have the money to and I could let this limit my traveling, as I could let it limit me doing things at home, but I've learned that lesson. Can't let people not being available or bagging hold you back from doing something you want.
So, I could take this opportunity and do it, or just travel limited by when other people could. My mom wasn't thrilled when I told her, but Scandanavian countries are some of the safest you can go to alone. I was really excited about this trip, to go off alone to another country I didn't know.
Then a friend booked a flight, so that won't be happening anymore, which is cool. It'll be nice to travel with a friend, and I'm sure I'll get a few more opportunities to travel alone. Mmmhmmmm. But it is a great thing to be able to do things on your own.
life lessons,
alone,
life abroad,
experiences,
travel,
me myself and i