My first solo trip

Random fact: Back in my early 20s, Copenhagen was the first city I visited completely on my own (my very first solo trip). ⁣
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After moving to the UK without knowing a soul, my sag spirit ♐️ grew tired of waiting for someone to want to travel with me, so I decided to be brave and book it.⁣
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My great grandmother was from Scandinavia (Sweden) so it felt safe and like I was going back to my roots somehow.⁣ 🤷🏻‍♀️
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Exploring the markets and walking through the city filled me with so much inspiration and awe. I felt at home, even though it was my first time in Denmark. ⁣
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Little did I know, that would be the very first of many more adventures I’d take by myself. ⁣
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I look back at that experience as one of immense liberation. ⁣
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Although it took a moment to adapt to eating on my own at restaurants and to relying on me, myself & I to find my way through foreign cities… it taught me that I didn’t *need* anyone to do the things I wanted to do.⁣
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It also revealed that, surprise surprise, I actually enjoy my own company. ⁣
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I further realised this after living alone and undergoing a 10 day silent retreat (Vipassana). After years of practice, I’ve learnt to giggle at my quirks, appreciate my resilience and celebrate my curiosity (and yes, I do often talk to myself 🤣).⁣
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I no longer wait for a significant other to appear to do the things I’ve always wanted to do.⁣
I no longer wait to have a partner for my life to “begin”.⁣
I’m no longer so desperate for company that I’m willing to accept anyone’s at any price. ⁣
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One can’t genuinely choose company from a place of freedom until one at peace with being alone. ⁣
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I continue to be my number one companion for plays, exhibitions, opera, etc. ⁣
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And it makes sharing experiences with the people I love all the sweeter. 🍰