Traveling solo is the actual best decision ever. It’s way more fun, spontaneous, and adventurous than traveling with other people. You can plan the perfect trip for yourself, doing whatever you want, whenever you want. You challenge yourself, become more independent, and everyone you know will (correctly) assume that you are the coolest person ever.
Solo traveling really does change your life, and as cheesy as it sounds, the person that comes back from the trip won’t be the same person that left. I know, because I returned from my solo trip as an insufferable Enlightened Traveler, and my friends are sick of hearing about it, which is why I have a blog now.
I am always late af to the party, so I had my first solo adventure at 27. So I can vouch for the fact that it’s never too late to change your life! Especially for women, there’s never been a better time to travel alone – more and more women are realizing that not only is it possible to see the world on your own time, it’s better too. By the end of your trip, you’ll wish you’d been doing this all along.
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Last year I moved 8000 miles from home and found myself, for the first time ever, in a new place with no friends. I wanted everyone to instantly recognize how great I was and become my friend immediately, which was obviously a bratty and ridiculous expectation. But I hate working for things, and as a supremely lazy person, I just wanted to get making friends over with already.
So like most lazy (aka efficient) people, I wanted to find the easiest and fastest way to do it. Though it would be nice to move to a new place and magically drop into a ready-made social network, making friends requires actual work, like most things in life. But there are a few things you can do to speed the process.
Making friends in a new city doesn’t have to be hard – in fact, it boils down to a pretty simple formula. You need to meet a ton of people, you need to see them regularly, and you need to turn them from acquaintances into friends. You have to feel comfortable initiating hangouts, and be open to genuine connections with just about anyone, in just about any situation. And if my bumbling, awkward ass can learn to do it, anyone can.
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The first time I went to a restaurant by myself, I had just gotten dumped. As a freshly minted New Woman™, I wanted to prove to myself that I was a cool, effortless woman who did bold and independent things like eat lunch alone. I felt so awkward but I sat down anyway, drank my delicious margarita, ate my delicious tacos, paid my bill, and walked out beaming ear-to-ear. I had done it. I ate in a restaurant alone, I didn’t die, and it turned out that feeling awkward actually can’t kill you. I felt invincible.
Since then I’ve eaten fried chicken in a packed restaurant in the middle of the Tremé, New Orleans, and a ten-course degustation in a romantic bamboo cocoon nestled on the bank of a river at a Bali Ritz-Carlton. I’ve eaten solo at steakhouses, inhaled the messiest burger ever, and devoured four-course desserts. In fact, probably due to my huge ego, I’ve actually caught myself looking down on NON solo diners at times. How sad, to need the company of others to have a good time ~sips wine~
If you’re traveling by yourself, chances are you’re going to have to eat alone at a restaurant at some point. It can be nerve-wracking feeling the eyes of other diners on you, 100% confident that they’re judging you and your obvious weirdness, tragic lack of friends/romantic interests, and pathetic life. But I’m here to tell you that that’s all nonsense, and that nothing should stand between you eating as many courses and drinking as many cocktails as you want.
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