I fell in love with him that night. I think he did too. I guess we just weren’t meant to be. There are many reasons why people travel. Mine just happened to be getting over him. I am not the first heartbroken female solo traveler and I most certainly will not be the last. If I’m going to be completely honest here, I know travel is not the answer, love is. When I first started travel blogging I aspired to fall in love with travel the way I did with him: slowly and then all at once. Not every story is a love story. We don’t all get to live happily ever after. Some of us just get to live. And I’m okay with that. No, I didn’t find love. I found something better: myself.
You see, I chose chasing adventure over chasing boys the moment I realized I would rather hear my bones break than feel my heart shatter. The high you get swinging boy to boy is nothing compared to the rush you get swinging tree to tree: alone and independent you are free. New country, new city, new culture, new ideas…When you can finally put away your map you feel accomplished. Why? Because you have learned the lay of the land: no damsel in distress you are strong and powerful and capable.
I chose chasing adventure over chasing boys the moment I realized I would rather see a hundred sunsets than steal a thousand kisses. When one part of the world is falling fast asleep, the sky erupts into a fit of oranges and reds and yellows. And you? You erupt into a fit of wander and understanding. An understanding that this world is more than what meets the eye. Curious, your heart will never be satisfied until you have reached its utmost corners. You go far and wide, wide and deep. Sometimes you crave a knight in shining armour but that is only until you crave just one more night under the stars.
I chose chasing adventure over chasing boys the moment I realized I would rather be the girl with the games than the girl being played. My game is travel. My strategy? Adventure. Two steps forward, never a step back. I am the dice because I am in control. I don’t need to play my poker face because to me it’s not about winning or losing, it’s how you play the game. One day this game we call life will be “Game Over” and I for one am not about to sit around waiting, wasting my numbered days.I chose chasing adventure over chasing boys the moment I realized I have one life to live. And really, why should I lead it running?
But, I did run. I ran away and life caught up to me. In the end, the consequences of my past behaviour made things more difficult.