[I guess so that I can take pretty pictures like this and share it. Also just because I can. Location: somewhere in northern Arizona]
Sometimes (aka 24/7) I think about why I blog. And I wonder and ponder and think and probably care about it way too much (hiiiii INFP over here!!).
It’s kind of an odd thing, isn’t it – taking a bunch of photos and putting them in this online space that doesn’t really exist tangibly and sprinkling in some words here and there. And hoping that someone will stumble up on it.
Growth is good and all, but when is “good” good enough?
Like, I know that making yourself uncomfortable and whatnot is good for growth – but sometimes ya girl just wants to be comfy, ya know?
Like if I have the option to choose between the chair with nails sticking out of it and the chair with and extremely soft cushion that feels like a cloud – you better believe I’m gonna choose the chair with the cloud! Maybe that’s not the best analogy – but I feel like there’s a very fine line between feeling uncomfortable and being just downright MISERY.
[Look at me and all my friends!!!!!! I just can’t help it that I’m so popular…]
Okay so – I was terrified that I would make zero friends if I traveled solo. I’m an introvert, and can easily sink into hermit mode if I’m not feeling motivated to socialize.
I can be outgoing when I want to be, but I don’t always want to be – I was afraid I’d end up having a major pity party while everyone else was laughing and having a great time.
But – spoiler alert – that DID NOT HAPPEN! For the most part. There were definitely a few nights where I felt like a big ol’ lame-o (it’s a vicious cycle: I feel like being alone so I don’t try to meet anyone, but then I hear people laughing together and I feel bad for myself. SIGH).
But most of the time, it was easy to meet people and I’m now super hyped on solo travel!
So, by ‘popular’, I mean the cities you’re most likely to go to on your first whirlwind European tour, i.e. Rome, Barcelona, London, etc. Those cities you’d have to be living under a rock a la Patrick from Spongebob to not know about.
This list is all just my personal opinion, and keep in mind that I definitely based the list off of my experiences, too. That said, here are my favorites (along with some I’d like to visit):
This is a little something I’m literally just learning at the ripe age of 25. I’m not really sure what exactly I’m ‘ripe’ for but that’s just something I hear people say, so there you go.
NO ONE KNOWS WHAT THE HELL THEY’RE DOING WITH THEIR LIVES. Or where their lives will be in 5 years ~dreaded interview question~
When I was younger (read: yesterday), I thought that everyone else had everything figured out and I was the only one looking for something, anything to grasp on to. But nope, turns out everyone else is just as floppily floundering.
Okay, maybe not EVERYONE (there are those rarities who have known they were going to be doctors from the age of 2), but I think for most of us, we sort of know the general direction, and the rest is just figuring it out as we go along.