October 29, 2019
I know this sounds crazy to a lot of people, but I love traveling alone.
Sitting by myself at the hotel or airport bar and having a glass of wine.
Not having to worry about anyone being packed and at the airport on time.
Spreading out in a huge king sized bed.
But more than that. I feel like when you’re in a new city, where no one knows you and you don’t know them, there’s no chance of anyone calling you and asking you to come over or do them a favor... there’s this sense of calm and quiet that I don’t feel like I ever can quite achieve at home in my apartment.
Like I could probably write the most killer journal entry on the hotel stationary, with the free pen they leave you next to the bed.













