A few years back (let's be honest, it was eight years ago), I decided to take a solo trip to Greece. That didn't happen. It turned into a different adventure, as did my life. And it's be haunting me ever since. A lot has happened to me in the last eight years. And at the same time, it feels like not much has happened.
So a couple months ago I finally pulled the trigger and bought the ticket. I'm going. (May 25th, baby!) I'm going alone and I couldn't be more excited. I've never traveled solo - aside from a few road trips. But this will be my first solo vacation and my first solo trip out of the country.
I'm making my father proud by having an overall itinerary in place, but keeping my own spirit afloat by not planning the day to day activities until I'm there. I'm looking forward to the freedom. If I wake up and feel lazy, maybe I'll go back to sleep for another hour or two. If I want to go exploring with no destination in mind, so be it!
I've spent most of my life focusing on other people. I've been neglecting myself and pushing my own needs to the background. In the past year I've transitioned into living alone again, I started a greeting card company and I feel like I'm finally getting acquainted with who Sara is and what she needs out of life. So while not sounding too grandiose, but just grandiose enough, this trip is a big symbolic step in my life that I'm finally focusing on me.