July 2026

I recently realized something about myself that feels both beautiful and a little inconvenient: I can travel alone, I do travel alone, and I do it well.

I am not afraid of the world. I am resourceful, independent, and perfectly capable of creating joy for myself wherever I go. I can figure things out. I can sit alone at a restaurant, book a tour, navigate a new city, and make a full experience out of it. But just because I can do something does not mean it is what fills me most.

What fills me most is connection.