Over the past few weeks, I learned that any solo traveler is at the mercy of the weather and accommodation situation (myriad things can go wrong, but these define your itinerary).
In my case, when those changed rather dramatically, I had to replan my entire plan on the spot.
From a simple plan of spending a couple of months of staying put in one or two cities to a place where I had a plan for at most the coming week.
From planned stay in at most 3 different cities to writing this note from city number 10.
All I planned was to explore the surrounding areas of the city I am in, learn French, and maybe work as a Barista (a dream side hustle).
Instead, I was moving every 4 days and figuring out logistics on the go. To say I was stressed is probably an understatement.
But this weird month and a half has also shown me how capable I am — mentally, physically, and emotionally.
The freedom to change my mind at any moment, take a bus and be in a different city in a few hours.
The nimbleness that came with living with a backpack.
The peace of mind with having friends/family at a reachable distance, and government health insurance :p.
The confidence in knowing, wherever I go I will be able to figure things out.
It taught me what it truly means to be a solo traveler, and I for one can’t wait for what comes next!
PS: It's interesting to see the number of times I used the word "plan" in this note.
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