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Traveling alone is a deeply enriching experience for me. While I cherish the companionship of a travel buddy on some occasions, there are moments when I yearn for the freedom to embark on a personal journey, immersed in my thoughts and the vast expanse of the world. During these times, I truly savor my alone time to reflect on my past adventures and envision the possibilities that lie ahead.

One of the primary reasons I enjoy traveling alone is the sense of independence it brings. I would enjoy travel tours, but I prefer to be a traveler than a tourist. Being the sole architect of my itinerary allows me to follow my whims and explore without compromise. Me and my mother nature, coming back to her, connecting to the ground, the earth. 

I can wander down unmarked paths, stumble upon hidden treasures, the discovery away from my real world. Sometimes, it feels unreal that I co-exist in this beautiful world. But how do I get this feeling? I get it when there is silence, mostly when I go deep in the water. As a freediver, I can't hear noise, only my relaxed mind. 

 I am embracing the unexpected along the road. When I get home, I'll hold the treasure that only my memories can. 

There's a certain thrill that comes with the knowledge that every decision and experience is entirely my own, untethered by the expectations or preferences of others. This freedom empowers me to make spontaneous choices and delve deeper into the destinations I encounter. Spontaneity, yes! That's me. 

Moreover, traveling alone offers me a precious chance for introspection; I heard the word introspection many times in college, and now, I understand it will be a part of my life. In the hustle and bustle of daily life, it can be challenging to find moments of solitude for deep reflection. As an introvert, I always charge myself like a drained battery to be on track again. I go home each day after work and ask myself, what did I do? Was I overdoing or saying things? I will feel the shame, then there I go. I would hide away like a snail.

However, when I venture alone into unfamiliar landscapes, I am enveloped by a serene environment that encourages self-discovery, the discovery that never ends; there is always something new, maybe not new. Whether sitting on a shore, watching a breathtaking sunset, or strolling along a secluded beach, these tranquil moments allow me to pause, disconnect from the world's chaos, and delve into the depths of my mind. That's when I remember; I remember the day I cried in the rain, the depth of pain that I am not sure is a remembrance or meant to last for the rest of my life. That's when I also realized that I rationalize the pain, the acceptance of pain that it's still there that is waiting to be embraced.  In these moments of introspection, I can evaluate the choices I've made, the lessons I've learned, and the direction in which I want my life to unfold. The panic attacks that are usually haunting me in the recent part of my life gave me space when I started to pack my bag; I need to be in touch with myself, the battle that bottles up and can explode at any given a chance. 

Furthermore, solo traveling opens doors to meaningful connections with locals and fellow travelers. This makes me think that my world is my own and there are other worlds; they amazed me that I wonder what it's like to be in their shoes. 

 Without the safety net of a travel companion, I find myself more approachable and open to engaging with others; I will not worry about the welfare of my buddy because I'm at my own pace.  The sense of familiar faces encourages me to step out of my comfort zone, initiate conversations, and embrace the richness of human connection. It's the freedom to know that I am a stranger to them. Whether it's sharing stories over a cup of tea with a local tricycle driver's wife or engaging in heartfelt conversations with fellow solo adventurers, these encounters foster a sense of camaraderie and provide a deeper understanding of the different walks of life, perspectives, and life experiences. I discovered the importance of the smile before the approach, the enthusiastic hello from a stranger.

While money may pose a limitation for some, the rewards of solo travel far outweigh the financial constraints. There are numerous ways to make travel more affordable, such as opting for budget accommodations, planning ahead, or seeking cost-effective destinations. With careful budgeting and a dash of resourcefulness, I can embark on meaningful journeys that fit within my financial means. I have learned to prioritize experiences over material possessions, valuing the memories and personal growth that travel brings.

In conclusion, traveling alone has become an essential part of my life. It grants me the freedom to shape my adventures, the solitude to reflect on my past and future, and the opportunity to connect with others on a deeper level. My escape from my chaotic world that only runs inside my head. 

Additionally, while financial considerations may require careful planning, the rewards of solo travel are immeasurable. So, I eagerly await my next solitary expedition, ready to embrace the world and myself with open arms, unburdened by the weight of companionship and enriched by the journey of self-discovery.