Anxiety of a Solo Traveler

Every night I slide my feet between my duvet and my sheets, thinking this could be the last time I travel Solo. I am convinced that I will end up with some mess up on the plane

 

A golden early morning sun was just sneaking up to paint the sky copper over Charles de Gaulle Airport  as I boarded my 6:30 a.m. departure flight. Running on (at best) two hours of sleep and an airport Donut snack, I kept thinking to myself, “Wow, I did it” — and I didn’t just mean getting through an absurdly crowded TSA PreCheck and to my gate on time. I had finally conquered Paris city on my own. Continue reading “Anxiety of a Solo Traveler”