They say before you get married (I have to invoke the imperial ‘they’ because I’ve never been married) that a person can suffer from a malady known as cold feet. Even though this is wedding and marriage is something you’ve wished for, planned and saved for months, maybe years for, you are suddenly paralyzed with fear. Maybe you’re not doing the right thing, maybe this is all a big mistake, and you’re not ready.
This is how I felt during the first 5 minutes of my 36-hour of travel to Thailand. Except that as a solo traveler, there is no one there to push you onwards. This is the first of many incidents where you are tested on your strength. So it is on your own, sitting in 37A, about to leave your hometown that you must remind yourself of why you are doing this.
I have long been in love with travel–we’ve been in a relationship for quite some time. As hard as this love affair can be, it would be harder to be without it. Traveling allows you to evolve, to grow into a person that you’d never imagine you’d be. You have to remember what lies at the end of that runway–a beautiful, amazing new chapter in your life.
So dig an extra pair of socks from your pack and kiss the bride!
One girl... One backpack... 