So what does travelling solo actually mean? For me it's meant feeling sad and alone at times as evidenced by my post-crying face in the centre of the collage (my phone is extremely kind to me and edits out the redness...) But it's also meant feeling empowered and adventurous. In the couple of weeks I've been away I had to come to terms with the fact that travelling alone is going to mean doing things alone. I don't have a partner to do things with anymore. As much as that sucks, it also means that I get to do what I want to do. And that using the excuse "but I have no one to do it with" just isn't going to cut it anymore. That doesn't mean that I can't catch up with old friends or find new people, it just means being comfortable going out solo. So in that time; I had my first job interview, French plaited my own hair (messy I know, but it was my first time so cut me some slack), got lost and found a community book exchange in the city, visited the art gallery (also after getting lost), and having various walks, pats, cuddles, and meetings with strangers due to the handsome one featured a couple of times in these photos. Having support of family and friends has helped keep me in check such as @tamaramackintosh telling me that "there's no point in coming to Perth if you're not going to do anything"; @hamish_of_the_hill saying "you're doing what most unemployed people do - looking for a new job. You're travelling, enjoy the time while you have it"; and @trudieandjohn saying "Can you not. Please keep looking" when I told them I was considering doing door to door sales. So, here's to getting lost a few more times and having more trouvaille (French origin: chance encounters with something wonderful).
