Solo travel: When the self doubt kicks in

Solo travel: When the self doubt kicks in
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Oh hey. Not quite the strong independent woman vibe going on in that title is there?

If you follow me on social media, you’ll probably already know that I’m heading to Amsterdam this week for solo hols round two and you’ll probably also think that I’m the most excited person in the world. Except I’m not.

Don’t get me wrong, I stand by my previous preaching about how going on holiday alone is empowering and I still hold so many regrets for waiting around for that elusive plus one to travel with. (Why am I still waiting.... anyone who didn’t sing the Sum 41 song, well, I’m disappointed). Solo travel is genuinely brilliant.

But this week, I had a wobble. And by that, I mean I was sat in my flat one night seriously contemplating cancelling the entire thing. I’ve talked before about how when I was younger, fearing the unknown really fucked with my head, and whilst I am considerably more chill now than I was then (trust me, I used to be too scared to get on a bloody train to from York to Leeds with my friends), it came back a bit. I realised that suddenly, shit, it was really soon and I hadn’t planned out exactly what I was doing, I hadn’t done online check in and printed my boarding passes, I hadn’t booked the things I wanted to do when I get there.

People who don’t know me IRL may think that I’m one of those out-going, spontaneous kinda gals from all the stuff I get up to then write about on here, but I’m actually not. Hell, I’d have an itinerary printed on a spreadsheet and laminated if I could. No joke, the only thing that’s stopping me is lack of laminator. Going away by yourself leaves you with one person to rely on, whether that’s getting to the airport, finding your passport or planning what you’ll do and when you’re a control freak from hell (guilty), that can be a little over-whelming.

What I really want to get across in this post is how I tackled this and made myself pass it off as a bit of a blip rather than a deal breaker. I got myself organised. I let myself brain dump everything I needed to do into a list and checked it off one by one. I essentially got my shit together. I’ve discussed that feeling of being mentally ‘together’ a couple of times on here and for me, when things are done, ticked off the list and ready is when I’m at my strongest.

Being a little apprehensive about a trip is fine, it’s not a sign of weakness as you know what? Going away by yourself can be hard. But it’s also really rewarding to ultimately be as selfish as you please whilst you’re away.

Have you traveled alone before? Do you have any tips for me to keep my nerves at bay? Let me know in the comments!

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