Let’s go back to 2005.  I’m a 23 year old living on my own, at my current job for 3 years and I had never flown before. I was afraid. I always thought that one flight I would decide to get on would be the one to crash. Silly I know, but that is what I really used to think until one weekend my best friend (a seasoned flyer) gets me to tag along with her on a short trip to Boston to visit her sister. I got through it. Fast forward to my 30th birthday. I’m meeting my friends in Miami to celebrate which means I am flying… alone. A new set of fears kick in. How will I know which terminal to go to? How do I check my bag? What if my luggage gets lost? Needless to say, I got through it. Now we’re in 2015 and I decide I want to go to London. I wanted to go there for years but I never envisioned I’d be taking the trip alone. I was a single gal ( still am) and it always seemed so hard planning trips with friends. Where do we wanna go? When can we all go? When we will all have the money to go? These questions kept me from traveling for YEARS.  So, I plan and book my trip to London with a day trip to Paris. Everyone I told,  their first question was the same, ” Who are you going with?”  For some reason I wasn’t afraid. I was ready. I did all my research, talked to people who have been there, I was prepared. It was one of the best experiences of my life.  All of a sudden I regretted all those years I let my fears keep me from seeing the world. I loved the freedom of it all. No time tables, I could do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted and it gave me a chance to explore.  Yeah, some people thought I was crazy, couldn’t really say I blamed them but here’s the thing about me… When I’m ready to do something nothing can stop me. The take away? There’s nothing wrong with traveling by yourself. Don’t let it scare you. I think it’s something that everyone should do at least once. First stop: London. Next stop? Well… stay tuned. 🙂