Before the conference starts for the day, I want to reflect.
So I’m on this trip by myself. It’s my first time to travel like this alone. I have lived alone before for a summer while interning, and then for about 9 months in grad school before I got married. I don’t mind being alone, in fact, I’ve enjoyed being on my own timeframe and doing whatever I wanted without concern for anyone else. Sure, I’d love if Tyler was here to share in the fun, but being alone isn’t cramping my style.
Yesterday at the conference, I felt like a woman I met earlier was wanting to go get dinner together, but I had a place in mind, and I wanted to walk the two miles to it to stretch my legs. So I didn’t look for her after he conference, because to be honest, I didn’t want to deal with stranger small talk any more. I had done enough of that all day at the conference.
I’ve felt ok walking around alone here. There’s a ton of foot traffic and lots of people around. Eating is fine too. I like people watching, so I’m not on my phone the whole time. But I’m finding that waiters and other patrons are not always comfortable with me being alone. One waiter checked in far too often, I could tell he was trying to talk to me more because I was alone. Last night, I sat next to a table of young twenty something women, and I heard them wonder out loud why I was alone.m they weren’t talking to me, so I didn’t answer, but they were talking about me. Whatever. Let them wonder.
I have enjoyed this time. I’m meeting people at the conference, I’m making small talk with those around me, but I’m also just enjoying my own company. I’m not gonna let the fact that I’m here alone keep me in my hotel room. There’s a world to explore!
Have you ever traveled alone? How did you feel?