First, I guess I should tell you guys I’m going to Bangkok, Thailand in June. Once I figure out the rest, I will update you with my travel schedule.
Solo traveling, for me, is a means to an end and not a preference. I’ve said this a dozen times but I wouldn’t have been to half of the places if I waited on someone to join me. I know it’s not an uncommon problem to have but it’s annoying. Especially when you’re scrolling through Instagram and see all the squad goals pictures in exotic and interesting countries. For my 30th birthday, I thought that people would rally together to help me celebrate. I asked every person that I know and some said yes.
I had the audacity to get excited thinking that people would be there to celebrate my life in Bangkok this June.
On the way home from work, I got super down about all those yeses turning into nos and I cants. Partly because it’s my birthday and no one cares to celebrate it but more so I am terrified to fly and I was hoping to have a hand to hold for the 20hr + flight.
When I leave the country, I prefer that someone is there with me because it’s physically and mentally exhausting to be responsible for yourself. Even now, I’m researching everything that could possibly go wrong so that I can be prepared for it but no matter how much research you think you’ve done, there’s always something that you forgot to look up. And since you’re alone, there’s no one there to pick up the slack.
That overwhelming wave of paranoia does not go away. Those Criminal Minds International episodes replay in your mind nonstop. You’re obviously out of place as a minority in Asia. I could get kidnapped with no father with a special set of skills to rescue me on the other side of the world. If something happens, I’m just out of luck. I don’t have the luxury of letting down my guard because I have to be aware of everything around me. Someone said that I could make friends while away but I don’t how people do that because that’s letting a stranger know that you’re alone. Rape, murder, kidnapping- has anyone heard of these crimes?
But more than safety, the best part of traveling with someone else is that you have someone else’s energy to feed off of and they have a list of things that they want to see and do. It’s not just on me to look up activities. Honestly, I get tired when the sun goes down but when I’m with someone else, and broken in shoes, I’m Hyper Betty. I don’t want to sleep. I want to hold someone’s hand and explore. I want to create memories. I want to watch TV when I get back and remember those times when I let my hair down and was able to be free of anxiety.
I’m about to start googling where do you find travel friends? Is there a Tinder where you can find your travel soulmate? Or just reliable people period. If you know, let me know.
Anyway, as I’m learning the things that I need for Bangkok, I will update you.