Me, Myself And I

You know that feeling you get, when you see a taxi turn onto the international departure lane at the airport and think to yourself “God I wish that was me”. Well this time, that was me. One nervous solo traveller getting dropped off by my best friend, heading straight for London.

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After not much thought and a very spontaneous decision, I went straight to the travel agent and locked myself in for 6 weeks to run an absolute muck with me, myself and I. With no idea what to expect, it was the best decision of my life.

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From sipping 2 for 1 frozen vodka sunrises on the beach of Mykonos to sliding my way through the Swiss Alps thinking RM Williams were a good idea to wear to the snow, I was lucky enough to experience 16 countries of beautiful Europe.

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Ticking (and partying) my way through my bucket list I found myself become that ‘strong independent woman’ that we all try make ourselves out to be. No man, no job, not a worry in mind, just what country I was off to next or remembering to call mum to remind her that I’m still alive. I was completely lost and in love with every city I visited, doing whatever i wanted, whenever I wanted, with no explanation. What happens in Paris stays in Paris, right?

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Experiencing this incredible adventure on my own gave me the opportunity to tune into buried emotions and desires, turning all my fears into confidence and ignorance into knowledge.

I thought I couldn’t, but I damn well did.

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@rachaelrobinson

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